supple as a cliff face littering the shoulder with sharded hints of wakefulness
i face each waking with a start caught behind the headlights drooping eyes
undulating with the of the moment seeing gray brown green sprouts red
reminders of what falls into a solid splash breaking its molten memory now
stiffened in the chill air found after striving upward for forever stopped still
on reaching past pulsing heat throbbing past the planet into the stiff chill sky.

Not sure where this is going, or if I’ll be able to keep up this month. Just jotted it down quickly as a zeroth draft. The images need more than my lack of practice.