Hard, like diamonds.
Flow above, around, before, behind or below.
There is no in nor through.
They can burn, so it’s said.
Hellfire has been giving its all
for decades now, yet they insist.
Crystals stand strong and hard.
They do not flow.
Break, crush, erode,
if you’ve got world enough and time.
Otherwise, live around them,
or one fine day set them aside.
Leave them. Count on them,
they’ll be waiting until you return.
For return you will, if just to visit.
They too made you you.
All you know is constellated around them.
They are not all, else you would not be here.
Walk on. Leave them be.
Go, flow. You won’t forget.
They marked you for life.