Rolling hills, their thin translucent dust bewildering us.
Mountainous peaks lust for heavens kiss.
Eventually they miss.
Elevated by osculation, blurred by confusion.
It's an illusion
Desire muddled, disembarked by their cruel remarks.
Tired, marked.
Aegis of the sky, hiatus befuddled.
Deterioration, a manifestation of creation gone wrong.
Slowly rotting, decayed to rubble.
Watch as it crumbles.
Slips... Falls... Stumbles.