You look at me with hard eyes of glint,
You touch me with smooth skin of silk,
Surround me with orbed circle of flint,
Grip me with fingers as cold as iced milk,
Pull me down the depths of jagged well,
Cut me with the truth of your sharp knife,
Rolling, clanging your ancient rocky bell,
You´re as old as this world has its old life,
Wise from the belly of your mother earth,
Conceived by father heaven in stony strife,
Just a rock, a stone, a tiny pebble at birth.
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