maybe never now

the blue range

floats upon the sound

quiet from this vantage

like piles of crumpled leather

strewn and foreshortened

atop a landscape of planer frost

gaps in the hovering cloud cover

soft and lumpy and low

cast a juxtaposition of shards

of angular light

moving patiently across

peak to slope to peak

light highlights that which I forgot

was green and growing as I am

cells self-replicating in silence
in forgotten perpetuity

were the blankets of conifers

losing all original self to time as I have but

still marked recognizable by a code unseen

there is no now now

only the projection of just what was

just witnessed by the narrows of our senses

as the fragments of light continue to move

away from where they registered

in the moment after a moment ago