Stone Sentries Under a lap-robe of somber stars an immortal ring of stones shroud a deep chasm. Intemporal sentinels of the abyss. Millennia pass, and they have grown forgetful about what they watch for or whom they guard. Unremitting, they perch, stone-faced in a sonorous tempo of slumber, Dream-swimming magma wombs fathoms below their reach. Poem Copyright TJ Currey All Rights Reserved