I think, therefore I am,
said the arrogant stone.

Once, I was metal,
but when the fire roared

within the core of the
molten, spinning ball,

I cut myself into pieces,
and rained down,

liquid, faceless granite,
thick, black, and raging,

a father beating up
his long-dead daughter,

hot onto the cooling
surface of marbled earth,

where water carved me,
swallowed, shaped me,

then threw me and broke
my mind until I lost me

till sunrise covered me,
taking away all thought,

so that now nothing more
means anything to me.