Lake Powell in June by Robin Glassey
mountains of man by Tony Chidester
in silencebirth we stoodstand
in frostfuel we statebare
in awe we wait
in what we failfall
wintering mountain of moltenman
in such this short sunlight
within such atrophic eyes
i see i am i will be
windwashed rainslapped timeworm
eternities united in minutesmelting watching the
mountained sky
stay inside of me
but how this anxiety
how this temporality
brownburnt grass blanketing beauty
standing still still standing
like sanctity
breathing bright as childhood memory
this man
this mountain
this moment
must
last
mountains of man
man,
man of mountains;
in stillbirth something stirs
something exists,
to speak is not 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 sunwarmed grass
through endless 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;
