rocks are born in the
dark where
no man goes - only
small creatures and
tongues of fire
solidifying in
water forming cooling
larging rock - the crack
is bright and orange
and it flows like
burning water
forming hard and rugged
stones man's
foot walks upon
in a million million
when it has
risen from the
waters, bears
its faces to another sun
Nu Sculon Herigean
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