I am this naked mineral by Pablo Neruda — Read

I am this naked mineral: echo of underneath:

I am happy to have come so far, from so much earth:

I am the last one, barely guts, body, hands that split off from the motherlode without knowing why, without hope of staying, resigned to this flighty human fated to live and drop like a leaf.

Ah this destiny of the darkening incessancy, of being your own-unsculptured granite, sheer bulk, irreducible, cold:

I was rock, dark rock and the parting was violent, a gash of an alien birth:

I want to go back to that sure thing, to home base, to the middle of the stone mother from which, I don't know how or when,

I was torn away to be torn apart.