Alone at the ocean I taunted a rock
Flailing it cruelly with barbarous talk
I praise your hardness and lifelessness, stone
You haven’t done badly for being alone.
You’ve lasted for centuries longer than I
You’ll flaunt me with centuries after I die
So tell me the secret of what you have seen
I ask, what is living and what does it mean?
Remaining aloof from my simple request
The rock disdained answer and angered me so
I heaved it as far as my muscle could throw
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