surmount

When the weight of air & moisture meets with heat, repeatedly — they scoff at the earth.

This is deep work. The most ancient of side‑quests, only disguised as play.

Each coaxed grain of gravel a win. Never calling it a day.

A long exhale perceivable only by time‑lapse.

The quiet tilting of horizons as the earth relinquishes, piece by tiny piece

revealing its new posture is a surprise even to itself.

The Void Screams, “look at me”

but No, bestie — focus.

You look at me.