Rocks are fiction.
Rocks are not there.
Rocks are minerals.
Minerals together.
Working together.
For a noble cause.
Becoming a rock.
Rocks are vast projects.

Rock is time.
So slow.
So large.
So entropic.
The time passes.
Time falls.
Rocks fall.
Time is rock.

Rocky shores.
Bumpy, uneven.
Cannot swim.
Cause damage to boats.
Rocks are jerks.

Rocks being cold.
Cold rocks break.
It is sad to become broken.
Do not become cold.
Stay together.
Be warm.
Rocks being warm.
Melt together.

Rock around the clock.
Until broad daylight.
Broad like a rock.
Broad and loving.
Love the rock.
Rock yourself.

Rock.
Shooting high above.
Streaking the stars.
Beauty and wonder.
Bright and shining.
Like a star.
Beautiful star.

Rocks are dry.
Rocks do not like getting wet.
The water rolls between them.
It bothers them.
It makes them sticky.
But in a way they like it.
It makes them smooth.
It brings them together.

Rocky sand.
Sand blows high.
Sand blows low.
Rocks travel.
Millions, billions, trillions of rocks.
Together as wind.
Free of care.
Free of ground.
Jubilation.

Rocks in the light.
Glisten as gems.
Create rainbows.
Rocks of the light.
Shine all around them.
Always and forever.

Rocks imagine the world.
We are the result of rocks.
Ponies are the result.
Rocks imagine ponies, and the world exists.
The world is rocks.