The Roots of Time
Stone cracks itself when the immovable
is broken by pain.
Stone trees grow in stone locked caves.
All that is not stone wanders rootless,
yet they abide in that same furnace of time
that has long shaped the stones.
Stone outlives,
unlike we who walk upon it.
On that last day
stone will have outpaced
the bones
of the fastest horse.
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