A steamy gray
Stone contemplates a stone
Turned away
Deforestation accelerates weather and pushes wind into rock
Accelerates an erosion of time without its space
Called forgetting
Called forgetting
But time and space are not a given
Let it detatch in continual form
Whispering to fish that they are wet
From under the tree he enters
With another story
Of "a moon dispelling water into space"
Someone’s sacred spring found offering
To itself perhaps
Then the whisper put on flesh
Its liquid viscous made of mountains
Transient, land itself sinks deeper into fluid, we
As earth, all
That sticks and occasionally slips
And solitarily, pressure that formally solidifies
Every 200 million years the ocean floor renews
Itself, becoming the carcass to shed