i try to hold mountains in mind,
and i can,
and swaths of earth in scales beyond sight,
and rain and moon, and stone and wind
transforming in the space of spaces
–at some size it must become easy to move through yourself
—
with the pen against my head i ponder
how much violence to invite in today
paint some simple explanations on my skin
i will time crawl with me when the creep claws in
days make or break like a fault
line like a wavering smile