grander is my declaration

hills do not bow 
for you higher than the currents of ancient floods
hello i say to nothing sure
the pure
the true
new first pause
i am amazed
and you see
Beautiful
to know (for knowing is the sure) and I am above nothing but all when few remain
i am sure of this grander declaration
the new wine of sudden order
dear to the sprawl of rivers kissing the roots of new born trees.
Love is the treacherous consequence of your form
the great alabaster moment of squandered riches 
for the first feast- a vision of you.