It takes a hundred million years
to rise from the hidden depth of the ocean
to reach above the clouds
inch by inch per year.
They say: Be a man.
Rock solid untill the water and wind
wear you out
turning into debris of something forgotten.
It will take another hundred million years
to collect your bones,
the chemicals to bind you,
hold you as a man again.
They say: Patience my child.
Have faith.
Be calm, steady and indifferent
to the angels and demons of nature.
I despise them all the time,
don't wish to play their games,
think that there must be a way out
when the rocks of mountain,
the clay of earth
and the exchange of dresses,
the whole illusion of time
will melt into perpetual nothingness.
stones? what stones? the horizon stretches before me endlessly with not a grain of sand even... courtesy: http://pebbletrove.blogspot.in/2011/08/nothingness.html
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