Caterpillar chisels reduce "monumental"
to a cliche bounded by David and The Kiss.
Outcroppings speak casual glacial.
The mind races at speed limits
to comprehend on the run.
Not ex nihilo, a theologian fantasy.
But from unhyped history of this battered earth
aeons of fire and ice, fissure beyond planning for
the adamant stone, least computable
of man's legacies, bringing Art back to scale.
Every thrust and stratum an agony in time.