On Mango Mountain

Basin of the valley caught and pinned by gushing river mouths swirling with the weight of water etching grooves like finger prints Over stones dug from the gullet moved aside and torn asunder from what once was Mango Mountain built to kiss the sky This is where you're bound to find me singing sun and moon around me feet still piercing the river's throat to quiet the bubbles and hum On the wind it dryly carries flint of foot and music merry to the gorge of gripping green unripe fruitage sunk unseen. Stained my skin an olive orange mountain tears and unsung summit hold me, curve me round the bends to sleep in constant transit Mouth of blue activity snapping forth to gasp and breathe twisting earth in a liquid pulse sweeping insignia hence.