I seek through furrows
turned in earth, and deeper along
the bedrock flowing further
into the past, calcites and
chirts sharpened into points, bound to
tools I no longer know, red
dirt, iron rich. polychromed
and lost in effigy.
worn to exposure, towers
carved of rock, preservation of the hardest.
daggers of light show the solstice and
bones find their memories
written under the skies
flame.
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