Stones
I draw, just stones

Inside every line, a line

I draw the contour and throw the stone
Lines underneath lines

Outside, nothing
A white cover
Dense

The stone floats
Red

I draw the contour and break the stone
Stone inside stones

The planet floats

The stone, the mountain
The house, a cavern
A tool
A weapon
A projectile

Let the drawing be stone
Let the stone be stone

The stone is reality
The stone is a thing
It is what it is