Flow through the trenches.
Feed on the stone.
Temples of nature.
Sphere that’s our home.
Writhe in the dirt.
Erode and redeposit.
Carve at the surface.
Make it cursive.
Write the tales of history.
Forge new masses of ingenuity.
Empires rise and fall again.
But we are permanent and unending.
Trickle then roar.
Cutting some more.
Mark out the heavens.
Always in sessions.