Hills
these hills are ancient
beyond understanding
witnessed creation
of Saturn’s rings
each
ice cold
section
slipping
into
place
the crush of the cosmos
weighs upon its worn shoulders
and here I am
42
a flea on its back
worried about
things
that
ain’t
worth
it
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Interesting comparison and switch in voice from first to second stanza.