Holding our breath longer

Holding our breath longer

No deeper can we go

A life without sunlight

In the waters below

Past the hammered waves and

Below the squinting burst

Plunging past the pressure

Into the great immerse

In the unevenness

In the unevenness

Unfair play in private 

The tar and feathering

The hijack and pirate

In level playing fields

A witness referee

Then your dissonance turns

To open harmony

Hearing my own echo

Hearing my own echo

Neither I nor mountain 

Changed coordinates like

Tossed coins in a fountain 

The echo on return

Now has lesser meaning 

I opt to duck since the

Mountain refused leaning

Images failing to

Images failing to

Find annunciation 

A foreign language with

Only punctuation 

A pause, exclamation 

The long burning question

The landscape answering

Words just mere impression 

Chasing the long cherished

Chasing the long cherished

The glimmers of meaning

The we definitions 

The objects of keening

Unmistakably us

Our strange flowers blooming

Constellation hoarding

Captive fireworks booming

It is our afternoons

It is our afternoons

I would etch into plates

The reprints and recalls

From sun high to set lates

Clouds and trees in script scrolls 

The roadway unspooled threads

The ease and exercise

From daffodils to sleds

Cornucopia flames

Cornucopia flames

Passion the burning fuel

And love using all names

No arrow, key, or tool

Acres of soil wrapping

Dreams beyond doming blue

Mountains overlapping

Nature is always new