Reciprocal as the adoration between a Triassic tree and a rock. And sweet disappearance possible, at last, You were weighed And found too light. But, come inside of me, See me fragile, My crypto-biotic forms, Reproducing the image of the Big Ones. Or see my harsh, primitive beauty See life indestructible. And my ageless natural hanging gardens, Way before the seven wonders of the Earth, Images of innocent simplicity And splendid anonymity.
Nothing is changing, everything is permanent.
You are Destined to be a chameleon. Huge, turban-like rock Hanging down on your shoulders. Carry it, if you wish, Step out of it, if you can. Abandon your human nature. Or live gracefully Not like the tuxedoed present Meeting the raw elegance.