This is a new story,
not the one from years ago;
when your surface was rough,
un-polished, even interesting.

There are reasons why
buried stones are never found,
like whales who seldom leave
the dark and quiet depths,

toothless mountains moving
like a universe, each one old
and different. See how oceans
calms itself to flawless glass,

without a sign of wave
or salty froth, obeys the laws
of nature, drowns itself
and dies. This too, is how

the hidden pebble, weathered
by the wind, the rain, the silence
becomes seamless as an egg,
white and smooth as flesh.

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