Mountains are like nerve bundles tied up in knots
Tense packed strings of wires fossilized, baked
Bended, frozen
But before these feeling times of tumultuous floods
And bruising, burning, tortuous
Moments had been forgotten
They survived as eviscerated rocky facades
Flakes of time millimetres thick only
Lain down like rings in a tree
Buzzing in the Nerve tree
In the roots of the bundle of the body of the land.
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