Frozen

recovering sanded edges

off drunken petroglyphs

further disheveled by antiquity

my alleleomemetic amnesiac

building a stronger blood

off such bitter bitter roots

still one can't catch chords

a stillness, a deadness

ensnares the moment

one decade in a coffee tin

across a universe of frozen light

to know motion won't quench

there are new blinking lights

more wayward etchings and

the familiar clink

of a granite pestle

now losing the warmth

of the hands