A Rock Among Rocks
I find a small rock as I sit on the shore
And it whispers to me as a rock would whisper
Cold and hard and sprinkled with wear
It tells me I must have something to bear
For what is bore is in my grasp
A pebble from the waters of life and of death
It glistens with malice and obscures with clarity
The rock is no bigger than a thumb
Yet the ripple it makes as I toss it in
Reaches the unreachable in size
And shoots past the edge of time
And when all is dark and still
My eyes glisten with malice
My mind obscured with clarity