Nonsense of Sea Rocks

Fountains of rocks, pouring over over over over.
I open myself up to swallow them whole. Dust, dirt, and chip.
And if I could feel completely forgiving, less of stone perhaps,
I'd spit them back out, allowing you to try breathing with marble in your stomach -
But who could have thought such a lover of stones,
Would wash away her tiffs and say to the crowd "I care not."
What is done is done. And I will not longer chain myself to it.
For if the sea were intertwined with mountain,
There would never be a change in tide.
Besides, the sea is to wild to be tamed;
The mountains are too solitary to mate.