I am this naked
mineral:
echo of underneath:
I am happy
to have come so far,
from such an earth:
I am the last one, barely
guts, body, hands
that split off
from the mother lode
without knowing why,
without hope of staying,
resigned to this flighty human
fated to live and drop like a leaf.
Ah, this destiny
of the darkening incessancy,
of being your own-- unsculptured granite,
sheer bulk, irreducible, cold:
I was rock, dark rock
and the parting was violent,
a gash of an alien birth:
I want to go back
to that sure thing,
to home base, to the middle
of the stone mother
from which, I don't know how or when
I was torn away to be torn apart.
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