Once—I was
a mighty glacier!
so huge
as to border
on vague.
I ate rocks—
and spit back great
lake basins;
and, though slow—I worked
with such deliberate
superfluous fury
that, eventually—
the sheer vehemence
of my ardent
passion seemed to leave me
no choice!
but to relax
and gradually—take
the shape
of my
container.