An Ode to the Boulder

there are Chapelle's, Nunan's, Oppenheim's, Levy's...
iurrgghhh...
pain! pain!
hither thee away!
let the words fly within...
like a trail of heavenly feathers...
sweeping thee off thy moss...
polishing thee fine and shiny...
to glitter amongst the ugly erected statues...
to shine... to aspire...
and above all...
to let not the moss creeps its way again...
never...
ever...
and ever...