Rudimentary

Hate as much as you wish, but the jerk,the jolt,the pound,the thrust experienced by a tender drop happen to be the sharp engravings upon the chest of the robust rock. Never trained to peep cautious, never taught to note whispers the wounded embryo recovers soon to find that neither the market noise nor even the mid day light but it is some dim remote wink that almost snatches it's world of rights. Was it the only key to all the worlds to be explored- it knows not how to answer, and knows not even how to ask, but rudiments meant for the purpose ease ahead all it's work. It then seeks to be alone and seeks to ruminate with it's lonely available tooth. It then learns to hide and learns to seek, and learns to do things that one cannot speak. It starts to disbelieve everything that it comes across and delves into the dangerous depths to find each time a new truth. And now,perhaps this reversal of the waves of pain that spread from all around to the ever itching naval, soothes it somewhat only to return as devastating tempests to the calm and quiet shores.