the years carve away into you
these glacial ravines and beginningless valleys
twice wept in the verdant sleep of a memory
dozing away
somnolent in the dusky hollows
of trees and cool waters
the magnitude of a moment, long past
there left a rumor, like the coriander in may
a lark in the mossbrae shallows singing
theologizing, the approaching day
a strange panegyric
to the mercurial passing of time
this terrifying monocline, cutting
away into you
into your forests your streams
valley and hillside
until there is no other but the one moment
that hid herself away into your heart
like a sliver, like a seed
grown upon it like a stray dahlia flower
the supreme deathray of ultraviolet slaughter
the seed that is your chloroform laughter
your redemption
the redemption of
the realization of your own bondage to it
to that moment
that petroglyph that says 'aye'
let it cut away into you
so that the years that pile up like pages
from your book or what book
but mine or any other
will be like nothing. like rain.
beating away into your rock
drop
by drop.