In the beginning,
I was a hard rock,
full of lost energy,
no breath, seemliness
pieces of atoms,
and broken glass
with many citrons.
How ignorant can
one hard rock be-
so, stubborn that
in the deepest
dark spot, there
where there is no
air, meaningful
measurements of life
only can be made of
microscopic pieces
of energy.
This energy instills
within me,the gravity
of floating meteorites
that come down on me.
The shape of one
red granite,
only with hope that
You made me!