I am a monolith
Trace your wondering fingers
Down the grooves of old graffiti
That the years have worn to ciphers
For if something happened long ago
In times you know as simple
Then it might have had some meaning
To a stranger
There is pain
There is rebellion
There is madness, there is horror, there is hope
This your curse
This your salvation
You are raw and wise and wrong, you have the world
I am a standing stone
Borne to bear you fancies
Your tears are the sea to me
When ears can not be found
When the wind pulls up your hair around
My lichens and my corners
I can almost wish I'd rather be
Not stone but flesh and bone
I am a mystery
You are free to wonder
And even now to dream, now that
Nobody knows the answer
As I hunger for your clumsiness
You're welcome to my strength
Could there be a middle ground
Between us somehow
There is determination
Stubborn as frustration
There is agony and purity and pride
This my decay
And this your backbone
I am solemn and secure but not alive
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