Picking the
The bones
Of the past
Stumbling
On truths
Glistening shards
Shreds evidence
Blown about
Shaped and reshaped
Undulating recast
Forces greater
And less illusive
Than memory
Dreams exist In such a landscape
Formations
Heaving and receding
Nature’s force
Blown about
Indifferent to will
Shapes erratic
Ecstatic static
Bent upon
Unearthing
These truths
Eyes avert
Return
Archival site
Excavate dig
