Translations of a Stone
This is a stone,
Black, greyish or white beneath the grass and the brown earth,
This is a stone.
Incapable of any violence or anger,
Hidden in the valley crib,
This is a stone.
Inorganic and for the sun, an absolute form of silence
The orbs has no rendered magistration or care.
Nature may flood a city,
Topple a tree,
But sinking or sunk, under tons of cryptal millennia,
This is a stone.
In syncopation and orchestrated matter of the universe,
The galactic death of a star,
This is a stone,
With unconcious literalness,
In utter sangfroid,
This is a stone.
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