In the dawn burn
I saw the earth open a new heart
the crushers on the horizon taking a lunch break
pistons streaked with zinc and the blood of the caves
graphite lungs on the water-wet rock walls
shimmering twilight stored in a fissure of the time stream
in the hidden ground of a thousand year march
to the crag peak land's impossible empire
gushing and walking planetary years
to spill on the belly and bed down
with no calendar drone's bones
as green takes the shutters' transparency.