Topography

Food is a dry
reason to rain
the fears of 
tomorrow's year

Yesterday bakes in 
the othernoon sun
under a moon whose 
craters are stunned

Geology drives
while bios run thin
time is a flavor
space is a whim

On the precious
precipice, a cliff
finds that it is short
of the rock required

May another tweed wind
blow the jackets off 
the moribund mountain's ridges
humps which never were bridges