as we parted ways that spring afternoon
i followed as nature's pointed fingers crawled downward
wrapping the earth's millionpaved tiny malformed fetuses
born and remaining under my feet in permanent still life
and soon nature opened up to me
as your inner arms uncovered to my waiting embrace that perfect night
the torturebent fingers grew ever farther apart
until they all pooled in what must be a canyon to all the miniscule
tectonic life that fills between the cracks of the earth
but nature has a darkness unknown to we, the sleepers
and it proved this, its cosmology, to me
the screaming liquid fingers, they curled to rest in an open, rippling chamber of nothing
and unsatisfied i remained everlong
