waiting on these time spanned hills
atop mountains with grass to grow
and ripening fruits in the market
traversing pine dressed roads
streams, the mind yields
the mind rebels
the mind scythes across past
and in bowls of heaven rests
the oracle. mind speaking, doubting, hills
are ancient as rocks. stultified silenced
into becoming restless codes of present.
take vestiges away. apparels of honesty
dishonesty, you shake grey fear into
myths of origin. Spendthrift that I am
I go in silence to these vagabond hills again.
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