Land Features

Lucia I am hovering over river bends I'm chiseling out a mountain ridge with my breath And I tried to play with negative space like you showed me to With your catapult flinging quanta out toward the ages Look at us we're a bloody mess and we're loving it Be the color of all the cataracts in my skies And all the words that we wrote back then just slipped off the page And rearranged themselves In a series of devout formations As you could guess the tears in my eyes are a brackish mess Who was it who said that I give and I take away But on this day I don't think that I'm taking anything I am reveling in the riverbed that I made myself