Meaning on Slopes (a poem)

The mountains for once were meaningless
usually they stood remote and objective
sentinels of aesthetics with time
snows flowed over sloped, rocky crags

Standing apart hidden
meaningless in shadows
-cold aesthetic echoes
of silences where early and late summers could be found

Sheltered from memories and echoes
meaninglessness fell upon slopes alone
for once like rare streams
of sunlight softly passing gaps in clouds

Cumulus gathering casually
menace and termination implicitly riding
above silence and screams of biology
actualizing unheard like falling trees

Meaning was a view from the aircraft
passing overhead with thoughts of reunions
eight miles above a bear digging for roots
where chinook salmon stopped returning

Nights never ended with stars
fading into sunrise any more
while the biology of reason
regarded the end of meaning

Light would quit reaching
leaves that turned to dust
finding occasional rest upon summits
à la carte

Only a word of God was heard
a quiet whisper
a phenomena
of mind.

https://suno.com/s/McnUlKucCwhnZAa5