Telescoping

the body landscape
moves out from behind a mountain

in its bed
panther-like paws
peel back
decades

flaps in our magma

dark and light in a wave

Seas separate,
two conjoined twins
rising separately in the
blast of sun, their one

Head

a dark blimp in the last
purple burn of day

the one day
yes

her body reminds me of this.

The globe turns as though
pushed
by the snout of some moon pig,
her flat teeth intent
upon
our waters and grasses

please do the best you can to keep
memory, at least, running

throughout all this
evolution