wherein the steam of its still,
found forage, the anvil of its glint
life, alive as a rock, or a tree petrified into rock
the air and its waves,
sound traveled into
the old man sat sounding ~ "what will be of your esteemable acts"
able and esteeming
in giving and getting, the tug of a life's shore and tide
.. the arms spread and waving, there, what brings alive as its esteem to rise
"what will be of your esteemable acts?"