oneword: dim

congested skies
diphtheritic clouds
infect my sinuses with a fine film
of minuscule pebbles and river silt
magically evaporated
from dams piled and affixed
by concrete shoveled in human hands
my eyes assume the dim light
means that it is bed time
and I feel like
lying down
to sleep


oneword: marble

swirled lava, items from the periodic table
mixed and smoothed, hardened geologic caramel
symmetry rolls eternally through time
flicked by the tender green thumbs
of each new burgeoning generation