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
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
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