And I am a stone

but weathered



quiet passenger of eons

fickle parted earth


but breakable

a messenger from the past

my skin a testament

of the long ago

my atoms come from solar forges

yet here I sit

in this bed

I drown yet breathe

blood from a stone?

Yes the quarks bleed from me

carrying all of the things

I would like to say

away to other dimensions

never to be heard today.

Neutrinos penetrate me, taking infinitesimal

parts of my dormant force, ensuring

my inefficacy

I am a rock, weathered and hardened

chipped and eroded, still breakable

Here I lay in this dry bed

silence cradled yet howling

my tales of stone




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