PETRIFIED FORREST

why is there so much fear in numbers?
in a simple sequence that ignites your voice
in a simple flame of circumstance
that keeps you pacing and care-free
like that single tree at the waters edge
we stopped
as if to say “never-ending”
or at least “for now”
a series of broken links
of cartoonish gestures
expressionless and longing
the dysfunction of time and placement
of manufactured memories
a vivid pathology of apathetic passion
droning
a certain sound assigned to every moment
passing
to every instance flowing
or not
I don’t recognize this pattern now
rocks stacked upon rocks
we document the anti-motion
the destruction of air
and the stagnant breaths in between
like the strangest tale you’ll ever tell
awakening the strongest part of “that you”
we both know or knew
if I say “tomb”
do you balk or swoon?
peer downward or just stare untouched
by the over saturated scenery
that loop
like the smashing of glass idols
numbingly liberating
stunningly calm
like that single tree at the rivers edge
we pause...again
unfazed
and climbing.