Mesa Flying above Texas and man's geometries his ordered circles, squares sections, quarter sections lie side by measured side down upon the mesa Man, he who makes measure of these things and would be the measure in all things is lost at the edges where land stands to no scale and veins in earth drain all On the mesa, the squares the green and tan circles touch the belly of Earth man no more than tangent makes his transformations above that vast heartbeat Such pale symbols inscribed upon an earthy skin spell out dust unto dust in language all too blunt to be misunderstood this message of the mesa

© 1997 Jess Morton