Unfathomable mountain totem |
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oil on canvas Mysteries of the high mountain totem I am once upon a mountaina cave of night plying through the ether far outside stars beyonder swimming through its cavelight swirling fires that grace the nebula of heavens crescent the treasures of the mountain hide the things no sun, no night can see this, my ground, is where I stood and as birds do sing their morbid or cantankerous lullabies for other birds a language and a motif lost to mountains, rolls upon their downward slopes they by proxy open gates for you to pass so the universe might accept its ephemeral gift and sigh and be somehow larger yet the mountain shrinks, as weathered, its soul rolls slowly down its etched and seaward slopes pride, the eye of human plagues is watchful that its majesty is not undermined yet in time, all time will drift upon the oceans floor and with it ancient particles and memories of mountains and their secret totems will be the fire that other mountains see from distant nebula
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