Red earthed fingers
leave their print
on round words.
Words vanish into tactile desire.
Desire seeps through porous palm skin.
Skin of mud absorbs the tap of Morse lullabies.
Lullabies sink into ages of earth.
Earth colours and settles in time.
Time is an incubation.
Incubation cements mudstone boulders.
Boulders crack apart
forming open wounds.
Their dust is read.