Forged into the metallic morning horizon
Arose churning sediments
forming monoliths,
Silhouettes of possibilities
stood starkly
As bodies take shapes
And outline the impenetrable yet
more immovable.
Composed as we come
with letters into elementary symbols
or the other way around,
it dawns
upon us
this light shall dissipate our dreams
Awash in rust
with our veins of copper
which could not compare
to the sand that we use to measure
Time
all that
sharply resembled
a blade of grass
nourished only with melted dew.
Painting by Winslow Homer, 'Early morning after a storm', c. 1900-03 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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