Sunrise, sunset, throes of time Then a thousand more Nightfall, daybreak, causes bind Now, again, before Pushed above colliding giants Into air that roared Forgotten fragments scarred my face Sculpted, frozen, thawed Towering, yet anchored Holder of their breath Locus, shadow, turning point Backdrop to their death The sweep of days that moulded me Immense among the mists Crafted also people who Would struggle, grasp, resist One such life unfolded here She wept beneath the moon Exiled from her former life Hiding, waiting, soon I saw around her all things change Each a past component And I, too, was nothing that Endured beyond the moment I watched her live among her thoughts Consumed as each occurred And as she drowned in memories The past survived within her Vicious fears and vicious frosts Had followed her, it seemed Through every moment of her life Though sometimes my slopes gleamed Dread dispersed and passed away A process was undone New coherence followed soon But, in that, I found no one Crumbling rocks near her old grave I break and fall in time And, as each piece is blown away Which part of me am I?