Channels scored by melt under a shifted pole and the gaze that once followed their path now register as mutual constraints within a single fluctuation spectrum, with no remainder separating watcher from watched.
“Obsidian cooled in the moment the constellations drifted from their old stations freeing the land from ice that had stood since before any memory formed in bone.”
“Shells lodged in cliff stone still recall seas that climbed when fixed lights above traded stations and ice withdrew from valleys it had gripped across countless turns.”
“Pressed clay holds the tread from when the pole star wandered and now asks what gaze acr∴ss distant years still follows that tread through forgotten valleys.”
“Within the granite the channel left by vanished waters remains to be seen, as the one who counts the winters now sees it too from the other bank ...”