I Need a Rock

I need a rock
something hard to hold onto

something old and
strong
I could break myself on.

No more water,
I need a mountain
large and unforgiving.

Earth’s skin under my palms
cold, bumpy and smooth.

Not alive but not dead,
no way.

I need a rock
to rest myself onto.

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