Eyes grind limestone
Words of cement
Sawdust and blacklung
Fissure and crevice
Glacial impositions
Of quiet magnitude
calm animus in
half-life of
atomic decay
little clocks
tick-tock
drip-drop
will not take
slow affliction
painted in silence
marked on stone
bitter heart
laws inland
multiplicand of
crushing forces
creating tiny grains
slipping through
all of those
grasping fingers
you are the first
of your kind
last to grasp
finality of time
in the ending
etched all over
shapes of zeroth
harmonic
quartz and carbonate
kinetic, tectonic
triturate
what you once were
compress and macerate
brushed from hand
onto lonely beach
once mighty mountain
you are sand
now you know
where you stand
still, you do not
understand
I, greater than
you,
man.
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Man triumphs over all!
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