MOUNTAINS OF MAN

in silencebirth we stoodstand
in fostfuel we starebare
in awe we wait
in what we failfail

wintering mountains of moltenman
in such this short sunlight
within such atrophic eyes
i see i am i will be;
windwashed rainslapped timeworn
eternities united in minutesmelting watching the
mountained sky
stay inside of me
but how this anxiety
how this temporarility
brownburnt grass blanketing beauty
standing still still standing
like sanctity
breating bright as childhood memory
this man
this mountain
this moment
must
last
mountains of man
man,
man of mountains;

in silencebirth something stirs
something exists,
to speak not is to vociferate
to ask the questions is to seek the answers
to hold still is going enough
within this burden of soulsomewhere stone
floods of sunwarned grass
through endlessened nights
tiny glitters of light lit
that
that shall never submit
like fractured points of oppression
we cling to this
a dissolute epiphany of yearning
to;
to;