My mind is a needle scratching the sky,
which bleeds in the eye, shadow of a sigh:
ascending a summit into tension,
as only no more than this extension.
A gradient entropy becoming,
pressure increasing, oxygen burning,
where in flickering hallucination
imaginals blend cohabitation.
& then beneath, the cascade of molten
rock in descent, the grind gritting sandstone,
a murky granite that splinters crystal
into rubble and decay & dark cool
of the forest closing the light down,
to open in another human town.
After Robinson Jeffers.
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