An avalanche or a rockslide cleaves sharply
from its origins; boulders of perception tumbling, tumbling
thundering carelessly over terrain flinching passively;
unexpected projectiles lodging fragments into storied ice.
Millennial madness, and it drives and it falls
as it plummets and crumbles into heaps of rubble and debris,
like emotions or grief lodging sideways into DNA.
Choreographed over ages too wide and deep to fathom,
mountains draw themselves down toward the sea;
humans carelessly careen into one another,
conductors of orchestrated imaginings
waiting to fasten on,
as the ground slips away, and away.