I've sat myself in silence upon solitary rocks
And fancied myself prisoner escaped from rough cell blocks.
But peeking o'er my shoulder from the insides of the lock
Is something wicked that reminds me much of a peacock.                                           

But there is no room on this stone for creatures of this kind,
Its colors and its distances are bursting without mind.
It seems to speak a language that no audience could find
Clearly indicative of introspective time. 

This animal is screeching at me, fluff and flutter, poof!
It eyes me from the corners and it pecks my nervous tooth.
If I don't depart from pebble, flee into the sea,
I'll never get away from all this beak demands of me,

I'll never sleep in stillness and in subtle shadings dream,
I'll never know again this flat and bare simplicity.
I'll never know the hard place just beyond the mountain top,
I'll never feel the angles of that bouldering backdrop.

And he will never let me stay, he won't let me die,
He won't give our patterns, prayers and pleasures up to time.
For, he will be my needle-poking-tickle-teasing curse,
My stinging-joyous-love-for-life, if I don't kill him first.