the rock.

the rock sinks.

 

it doesn’t write

it doesn’t read

it doesn’t sleep

 

the rock needs nothing

but just to sink.

 

sink and stay

to the swamp it calls home

for yet another day.

 

it sinks slowly and heavily

 

to sink and stay

to rest on the ground

as a murky mound

 

the fish will swim over the top of it

without making a sound

embarrassedly burring itself further in the ground

 

it doesn’t expect to be missed.

it sank of it’s own accord.

 

to sink and stay

“these depths are depressing”

thinks the rock in it’s relaxed uneasy resting.

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