Be'lakor - Locus

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?