what i wish i could be:
a litany of the ways i feel you now, overturned.
if i am a canyon, you are a river
and i echo in the rush of your name.
more, then: built high and carved deep
with the ability to transform. should i
be less than what i am? if i am igneous
then let me burn, since sedimentary i cave
for the grinding and pressure of you.
tell me what i am and i can only
repeat it back to you, yours, yours, yours.