grown deep into ground
vision moved like a glacier
over the boulder field
bringing with it an old ice age
with every glare
the rocks bore witness
to my deliberate advance
my existence
they believed in it
as movement
it was this or the sky
which was deeper blue?
stones that crumbled to my endless breath
death crawled on its belly across the earth
the very cliff-faces were novels
to my impending glory
I drank heavy from the history of the world
growing into my own tomb
god pulled galaxies out of my frozen maw
chewing time
like a billion years worth of dying stars
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