I've aged more than a mountain Can't you see my canyons? Running off into the sun Into the low ****** hills The etched relief of a million years Frozen, like autumn sleep Restless with tension Of a long winter. Can't you see My desires, the thousand foot Drop from sky to stone Bellied out like a sword Laid forth to the day, Can't you see my pride? This the empty scene Only a thought, one of a million.