They unwind
The coiled seasons;
Jagged years
With saw-toothed edges
Cutting on the skin
Of
Life
You move against me
Like the mountains
Stand outside;
Imposing geological theorem 
Upon the masses
Of passersbys
We look
Even if we don’t intend
To look
And your eyes flash
A brazen send-off
Of green and red and brown
From behind a veil of dust 
That billows in my thoughts
And curls into 
Nothing
Like the steam of adulation
That
Arose from you