The hills have receded

so was the attrition war

You hold in cup of hands

what remains

listening to a sign

the visuals may betray

soil then, gritty

a flinty snuggling feel of a rock

can’t hide curves, smoothness, fine and harmless so

but then near the tip, a sharp edge

a tool, a word

P, Paleo, …

only that much

the rest of the word is hiding

hide-and-seek neatly in a box

‘Box’ as they said, they could help you to put down, rest

An island of white cumulus

that has been with you for days

Rains come from the North side, pattering, in installments

How much did I still owe?

Leaking roof and kerosene stove

tribes of rusty reeds, a feather of an unknown bird

Songs are coming out

behind unmarked stoneheads

protruding roots, vines, birds, invisible. Birds when nights fall

chthonic shifts make them giant

Paleolithic

that word, it comes back

How the size of human brain

changes over course of evolution

A thesis, but you were too late

(it’s too late for you)

A piece of graphite will do

write any thing down

a name then

one that first comes

to mind.