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*rocks don't care all stubble and stones a difficult geometry so if they don't fit they are hammered and crushed to rubble jammed together to make virile walls and if stabbed with swords care not about torn bellies and broken necks soaking them crimson rust or drowned nautilus beneath the sea humans have futility in common with rocks except that everything girds and gnaws at their belligerent sensitivity all clouded soft towers bi-pedal mortal spires with tender flesh beaten into place lacerated truncated amputees to fit the outer life of status and statues a scandal to the inner coves of self I'm envious of rocks except for moments of shifting watery kisses clamorous for love we remain disfigured terrains hunters of souls balmy unguents while fluctious immolating moons unravel in a hidden grieving oh countenance of apathy only to be more like you a wilderness of stumps and dead rock gods and our aspiration indifference our exit the path of the renunciate a penitence feasting only on futility and the vagaries of spirit*
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
THE FUTILITY OF ROCKS
*rocks don't care all stubble and stones a difficult geometry so if they don't fit they are hammered and crushed to rubble jammed together to make virile walls and if stabbed with swords care not about torn bellies and broken necks soaking them crimson rust or drowned nautilus beneath the sea humans have futility in common with rocks except that everything girds and gnaws at their belligerent sensitivity all clouded soft towers bi-pedal mortal spires with tender flesh beaten into place lacerated truncated amputees to fit the outer life of status and statues a scandal to the inner coves of self I'm envious of rocks except for moments of shifting watery kisses clamorous for love we remain disfigured terrains hunters of souls balmy unguents while fluctious immolating moons unravel in a hidden grieving oh countenance of apathy only to be more like you a wilderness of stumps and dead rock gods and our aspiration indifference our exit the path of the renunciate a penitence feasting only on futility and the vagaries of spirit*
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
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