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Mad stones of Chile, pouring from mountain ranges, full of rocks black, blind, opaque, that joined roads to the earth, that placed time and stone by the day's journey, white rocks that interrupt the rivers and are kissed smooth by a seismic ribbon of sea foam, granite of the glimmering high seas beneath the snow like a monastery, backbone of the strongest country or unmovable ship, prow of the terrible earth, stone, infinitely pure stone, sealed like a cosmic dove, stiff from sun, from wind, from energy, from mineral dream, from dark time, crazy stones, stars and pavilion slept, rolling peaks, cliffs: knew the stillness around your lasting silence, beneath the Antarctic mantle of Chile, beneath your iron clarity.