A huge stone laid on the way
Deep black live stone
Immovably heavy stone
So high jumping over improbable
Sloping way
Running...running and running in a funk
The stone also running after me at high speed...
Suddenly I stopped changing direction
Stand face to face alone;
The stone burst into pieces
And in the ocean of darkness sunk.
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