if I have wronged you

turn me into a mountain peak, paint me in shame,
chisel off my feet, dissolve in stone, make my world
stand still, stationery, prone to earthquakes, absolve
the sea instead, let her breathe, let her flow, move
to the hemisphere, but do not turn me into a bird,
a fawn, or a laurel, do not turn me into anything
alive with the life of movement, for I will again
spurn, lie, escape, unmoved still grant me
the unmoving if I have wronged you turn me
into a mountain peak so I can never turn away