A Landscape of Topographical Tears

From eyes that see only the tip of an iceberg,

         Fall every organisms topography in a landscape of tears,

To weep is to see!

Erosions of joy, of grief, cascade in the psyche, beads of emotion;

         Laughing, crying tears of joy, awe that dries in commotion,

Or lacrimation parched in a desert of lamented sorrow.

A momentary landscape, transient as DNA from someone in a dream...

         Frozen tears evoke a sense of place,

Vistas that took years to make resemble tears fallen in a minute.

A droplet in an ocean of life, tumbles down hills, valleys into inlets

           Irritated, raining, secreting, burning onion vapors dry tight!

Wear the chemical makeup, a cleansing reflex returning to basal, calmly.

Fractals repeat; micro and macro, all the changing lines remain,

         Patterns in primal language unfold in a psalm -history of lands,

Reading the great ephemeral atlas of man.

Microscopically frozen in an aerial view of emotional terrain,

         A landscape in topographical tears -evaporate,

Once again the salt returns to the ground from the palms of hands.