Deviscive Erosion

You stand on an errant piece of land,
earth moving silently beneath your being,
being shifting in such a phantasmic
and abhorrent way as to keep all life
in a constant state of flux.

You’re 5, 12, 21, 29, 33, 42, 950.

The earth cares nothing
for the architecture of our arithmetic.
It tears down our numbers,
our meticulously calculated kingdoms,
one glaciated striation at a time.