windblown cornice

Embracing the memory of karmas
Escaped shuffling through the past

Like the snowshoe hare
Escaping the death-fast wolves

Life has become an epic mirror
Of mountaineers,
Scaling the winter wall

A veil of
Frozen tears,
Cascading
Stopped in time
A fossilized butterfly

The eyes of
Prehistoric leaves
All chlorophyll green
Jade like
Upon the mountains face

Alert eyes reflecting
upon the silver shimmer
The thunder and rain
The sky dives lower
Icy pinnacles
And razorous teeth

The avalanche will sweep you away
Drown you, break your neck
Stuff your mouth with snow
Squelch the spirit
And mute yr. last breathe


This for the panorama, neither bird,
Goat, god, nor man
Can take beyond the grave

Witnesses the plummeting meteors
For a moment, like magic
The memories
Preserved in a stony eye,
Frozen irises
In a frozen blue vase
The magic of ever having lived
At all-- the tragic miracle
It is god who builds the mountain

And the mountain that builds the man