with the advent of transcendentalism
came the re-birth of
idealization
on top of a mtn
an identity
crisis
is taking shape
in the winds of the North
its reverberation
is felt
throughout
the cosmos
in ripples
of waves
from the center
of where the stone
dropped
water never forgets
an elephant in time
or in the room
for that matter
when all else is resolved
by way of
dust
it is said
when the last musk
left the Earth
it was time
to give
way to
glacial obesity
rivers run dry
streams
meander
and forest are
covered in growth
by our elders
our remnants
of old cloths
still soak
our brows
with refreshing proprietary
indulgences
of imaginary
practices
of self healing techniques
learned from books
inside of trees
there
in the rings
of eternity
are ages
untold
ask no questions
offer nothing
but
your unwavering conviction
loyalty
lies in its roots
which can break through
layers
upon layers
of rock
Slavic differences
decode
decadent holidays
in boats
on islands
where dolphins
play
their sonar reports
line pages
of diaries
enough to fill
the skies
with more stars