where suns meet (Kars, Turkey.)

Glories gouge deep in the eastern gorge,
while words are worn away on brittle parchments.
Colours in the mountains keep blooming,
not for a season, but for millions of turns around solar shores –
into history, into brief eyes, a wonder sweep.

The ineffable vista is wrought out of violence, earth’s crusts colliding,
like humanity which grows out of inhumanities.
Inner earth’s molten magmas erupt out of the mounts,
lava ladles where gravity conducts, new buries old –

tiny eyes weep,
we are glimpsers,
like dragonflies on ponds,
here for seconds,
all this is for the eons to keep,
a magic show on whose stage we peak -
one day all the suns will meet,
and beyond oblivion
the force will beat…..