~mountain~

Those rumbling fools
stealing thunder from all,
Climbing the mountain
and turning to watch us fall...

Dire trek back up
reskinning our need,
How time is lost,
in lofty miseriey.

As we look down
see our path anew,
Just maybe we'll stay
up in the blue.

Topping the wind
amongst hightened den,
Spirits take hold
for us to say when.

1-23-06

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