Dust of the Morrow

Frozen tundra now voicing
my slide through time
once rivers of fire
holding screeches made mute

my burial made proper
by laws unspoken
unread
unknown
leave unrequited
questions below

might my mother be
hardened water beneath
that by eclipsed radiant sunlight
once hid me from molten red

while father gone absent
made angry with Nature's wrath
found bow made useless
arrows but kindling flames

I remember
broken crystals once shrouded
my peaceful grave
layered under times under

my secret unveiled
will weather yet further
the formula of Matter
this spinning gyroscope
of perpetual chance
this master of abruptness
unfettered by primal inquiry

proudly Nature stands
picking at my bones
once resonant with motion
now but echoes of dissonance 

such darkness of light
continues to hold
what can't be seen
by Ends that know
of further Beginnings

beyond

where all once was
tomorrow will be
merely ice of one's sorrows