I’m aware of the shift 

in continental plates 

below me 

the hard ground 

is somehow evaporating 

while growing 

it doesn’t cease 

to bore me. 

I am rock 

slowly eroding 

 cliff side 

forging 

core and crumble 

forming. 

I am contained by valley 

as a split 

a dual terrain

beginning in mist 

so moist the air 

is drip 

drop

droning 

a deft step 

or two 

towards 

rounded peaks

purging 

all the voice 

inside the valley 

resonates 

and pours into the 

alley

a bloom 

is being bore 

before me 

– s.c.