Sun's red eye opens and the mountains walk in verdant circles, embodied by a breathing world
in which stones, too, are sentient. A river, that flowed a few days ago, has drained into the earth.
A old sign emerged: Swim At Your Own Risk.  

Mist bathes the path of a species that scraped, drew, painted, bark, hides, bone, walls, rocks, papyrus, paper, digital screens...signs, symbols, cuniform, heiroglyphs, alphabets... for thousands of years the same culpable words.