The mountains for once were meaningless usually they stood remote and objective sentinels of aesthetics with time snows flowed over sloped, rocky crags Standing apart hidden meaningless in shadows -cold aesthetic echoes of silences where early and late summers could be found Sheltered from memories and echoes meaninglessness fell upon slopes alone for once like rare streams of sunlight softly passing gaps in clouds Cumulus gathering casually menace and termination implicitly riding above silence and screams of biology actualizing unheard like falling trees Meaning was a view from the aircraft passing overhead with thoughts of reunions eight miles above a bear digging for roots where chinook salmon stopped returning Nights never ended with stars fading into sunrise any more while the biology of reason regarded the end of meaning à la carte.
