A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits
for a longtime to be over.
It is easier for a rock in a garden than a man
inside his mother.
He decided to be a rock when
he got outside.
A rock asks only what is a rock.
A rock waits to be a rock.
A rock is a longtime waiting for a longtime to be
over so that it may turn and go the other way.
A rock awakens into a man.
A man looks.
A man sleeps
back into a rock as it is better for a rock in a
garden than a man inside himself trembling in red
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