Timeless land, its history
measured in milleniums.
Dotted now with mortals, like myself;
finite and brash.
Treading on the decomposing ramparts
of ancient volcanoes.
Fringed by waters as old as this planet.
We are interlopers
Amid profound natural beauty
and grace.
Masters of all this...or just passing
egotistical specks?
8-9-2011
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