V: Speculative geology

Mountains are made out of large stuff
Like rain-sanded boulders, gorges, tough cascades
Build a hill out of some large stuff
You acheive something called bigness
Important, bigness
Without bigness
You can not have any mountains
Tricky crevasses natural fountains- all that caper
Indeed, mountains: lumps of bigness
That's all they are with their igneous
Marblesque seams
Vertigo dreams
To just plummet
From the summit
To stretch out my arms and to soar
Over a quiet valley floor
And follow the river. Pen drops on the tenth floor
Roll on five; it's now ten to four.