Locus

Sunrise, sunset, throes of time
Then a thousand more
Nightfall, daybreak, causes bind
Now, again, before
Pushed above colliding giants
Into air that roared
Forgotten fragments scarred my face
Sculpted, frozen, thawed.

Towering, yet anchored
Holder of their breath
Locus, shadow, turning point
Backdrop to their death.

The sweep of days that moulded me
Immense among the mists
Crafted also people who
Would struggle, grasp, resist.

One such life unfolded here
She wept beneath the moon
Exiled from her former life
Hiding, waiting, soon.

I saw around her all things change
Each a past component
And I, too, was nothing that
Endured beyond the moment.

The sweep of days that moulded me
Immense among the mists
Crafted also people who
Would struggle, grasp, resist.

I watched her live among her thoughts
Consumed as each occurred
And as she drowned in memories
The past survived within her.

Vicious fears and vicious frosts
Had followed her, it seemed
Through every moment of her life
Though sometimes my slopes gleamed.

Vicious fears and vicious frosts
Had followed her, it seemed
Through every moment of her life
Though sometimes my slopes gleamed.

Dread dispersed and passed away
A process was undone
New coherence followed soon
But, in that, I found no one.

Crumbling rocks near her old grave
I break and fall in time
And, as each piece is blown away
Which part of me am I?