Cyclic

Eternity stands before me,

As heather tides

Cloak indigo bones

With patient respiration

From nascent slime,

Dewy breath slurps

Up rigid needles and

Spindly bushes

An electric adage

Shakes awake

Dormant seeds, thirsty

In ebony clay

I have no use for time,

As amber valley bellies

So unconcernedly still and wide

I stand confident,

As ovules, aroused

By sedentary percolation

Helios uplifts

His diaphanous veil, spilling

Saffron about my navel

Stroking, breathing life

Into my barren crust