Hard Rock
The rock I stand on
is hard
I lean down and put my hand on
its hardness
Once there was
a nothingness
then the tiniest speck
of somethingness
burst into
the everythingness
until at last there was
thinkingness
so I can feel
this hardness
But this hardness is really an illusion
brought about by a grand collusion
the quite improbable action
of four forces of attraction
and one more of reaction
With steel hammer this rock I could shatter
but if a creature were I of dark matter
this rock I’d not even batter
So tell pray tell me
what’s really real
I’m sure it can’t be
just what I can feel
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