Planar Worlds 

I became limestone, but only

For a moment

I was only three 

‘The time of earth is the time of rocks’

Another stone turned over.

Underneath a thousand words  

Another thought 

‘How many in this cascade of shattered shale?’

Hail the ghostly life of a seed sprouted 

– ants, eggs, salamanders and  centipedes

Pressed flat, wet flowers in-between wet pages

Underneath the prophetic stone, a bone 

On the surface

The inversion of earth become a geology of morals

Ten thousand planar worlds 

Matthew Cangiano 2026