Hidden oceans rumble
faintly, silent
as fluttering birds
migrating
 under streetlamps of distance,
over hills frayed and unironed;
unkempt with the knowledge
of places nowhere else
—where larval uprisings
of life lie motionless,
 painted by a brown artist
 who forgot to paint the wind
on this sprawled
protuberance of Earth
that crawls
 from a barren present
 to unnamed days
trapped and imprisoned
in prisms of glacier.

June 10th, 2021