Sublime youth, your millennia have
rewarded you the most staggering of adulthoods.
Your deep folds entrap the minds of men.
Your ribbon-wafered recesses open the night
and drag the sun to your bellows
and with it pull on you a blanket of stars.
Sleep there in silence young one.
Keeper of youth, changeless in your steady decay.
Watch over our dead—your dead—
As they fall, follies of a forgotten frontier.
Cling to them with your crags, your crevices,
Until one day they be born again, in your image
And rise up, a sun-soaked mesa, scarred and battered,
Baring itself, a naked wound, to an ageless god.
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