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Perpetual Motion

1

You go to the mountains

stretch in the light aquariums

and wait—

stillness turns in its well

2

I touch your face

of rosewood and sap

the last vanished yellow

of sunset on the mountain

the first cellular light of a flank

3

Walking up the mountain

before an avalanche

you'll find the sandstone

of the peak tattooed with waves

The summit moves with the tide.