The air is a root. br The stones are filled with tenderness. bravo. br bravo. the stones are filled with air. br the stones are watery branches. br on the stones replacing the mouth br grows the skeleton of a leaf. bravo. br A stone voice face to face and foot to foot br with a stone glance. br the stones are tormented like flesh br the stones are clouds for their second br nature dances to them on their third nose. br bravo. bravo. br when the stones scratch themselves, nails grow br on the roots. bravo. bravo.