a  big  stone smell grows
to noon and to the night
to  a flint of ancient fire
 of bearded men , breasted
women roasting deer fire

their fingers scrawl stone
with red and brown horned
bison, goddesses adorned

the hills grow laterally
from ancients, to futures
as trees break , skies break
bills  break, clouds break

all  our phones are stone
the sparrow calls are stone
our bodies stones of earth
grow to magnificent hills
snowed in white oblivion 

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