I smelled a rock once
Pealed my orange and read a book.
That fragrance blew me away;
The orange and the rock.
I rested with peace on the rock
Watching the words go pass my eyes.
Speak to me the sky asked;
Tell me of the beauty and the beast
Tell me of the right and the wrong.
I closed my eyes and answered
What you seek I cannot give
What you need I do not have.
The rock mumbled:
Beauty is that fragrance, beast is who that cannot smell it
Right is that peace, wrong is that which cannot be in peace.
The universe shook and everything turned into dust;
Who are you to judge me?
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