Sustenance for the Mountain

An infinitesimal crystalline particle
lays imprisoned in the ebon tomb
of a stony outcrop wind jutting
off the side of mother mountain.
In its gritty dreams, a kernel of hunger,
an unsatisfied yearning for freedom
making a stone's dreams unsteady.
A thirst for liberation and light
drives away any thoughts of stability.

Within a time scale of epochs,
icy frost and ferocious winds
rend, tear and shear
with clawed fingers of entropy
fracturing in a steady
geological breakdown heartbeat.

Shattered off with relentless
seasonal assault
the outcrop falls from the face
and tumbles. Crumbling, chipping,
skipping down the side of mother mountain,
scraping away extraneous material
to find the escapee particle exposed.

Ages of deliverance, rumbling down
stream beds awake with abrasion,
good natures of rocky neighbors jostling,
shaving down to the core of crystallized desire.
Finally breaking free of the last
basaltic bonds, a grain of quartz sand
marches proudly alone to rest on the beach.

It is joined by similar jail breakers,
all laying together in smug defiance.
Layered ever deeper and higher,
a vast mass of escaped stony convicts
grows great with a fellowship of freedom.
The very gravity of their numbers pushing,
squeezing, mashing down to embrace
the upper mantle, squished together
into one majestic stone.

The upheavals of a molten core
birth out the mass of a newest mother mountain.
Jagged virgin poking at the skies,
a crystalline particle
lays imprisoned in an ebon tomb
and it hungers...