Man should be a rock

Man should be a rock
Emerging from the sediment
Of nature and its ilk.
None of it able to keen,
demean, be serene
or understand the scene...

Run into a stone and it
will be much as it was before the collision;
saving the small addition
of your blood, sweat and hope into its pores.

Man should arise from the fodder
of existence,
doffing that which ties him to
the predictable, inevitable.
Those seen in the genetic train.

Man should be the rock
A church which can be founded on.
A search…
For truth, say some.
For divinity or meaning, say others.
I care not, so long as there is a query
a question emerging through the fog.

But Man needs now to be the monolith
Defying the law it defined
via its own downfall.

Like David, it may be twisted,
May be discarded
But should remain
Until the right sculptor
brings about the unprecedented work.

As such,
there is no island composed of one rock
nor any one artist represented by one single piece...