heavy mountains of core,
dry and blue,
and they've all been strung together with these roads,
these,
these thin,
untidy,
croaking roads,
black filling with cracks from the strain of holding so much land together,
cracks filling with sand.
deep sea landscape,
all hulking coral skeletons,
strange how far above sea level they are though.
traversed by nothing.
nothing,
but fog and loneliness,
and the dusty patches of hard,
bright life.
invaded by roots.
held together by them.
i,
i am waist deep in travel,
and mountains,
dry and blue.
