Ramble: Seconds

Primary numbers
sequentially accumulating
beneath fractal snow falls

There are no patterns
in these drifting swirls
piling high around my feet

I am not a primary number
or elsewise otherwise defined

I am the remains
of an unclaimed archaeology
lost in primordial forests

Here amongst innumerable trees
branches reach toward infinity
waving at the sole hidden sun

Sedentary sedimentary erratics
scattered over eskers and drumlins
deep in isolated thought

Here too remain I reclined
amongst boulders bigger than I.

Out of the wind finding a second breath.

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