Rock

some—
see but a fallen angel
a mistake
broken from the flesh of a cliffside
a peril potential to passers unfortunate—
onward traverse these o’er beaten paths

others—
feel the result of Nature’s chisel
as an abstract
or a weather’d ancient ruin
or any infinites
of provokers of imagination—
recess these with bottl’d water and cameras
and cerebral conversation 

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