Beautiful and brilliant
Lifeless and free
The mountain peered into its orbital sea
And jauntily surveyed the layers of trees
The misty sleek pines
The snow at its sides
The dryness of dammed lakes scattered, cold in the breeze
And my scattered, quick, and muddled thoughts
Held still by its aloof and poignant grasp.
And I was still.
Look at me.
And as much as I looked I never grew bigger
Than it.
So I never looked away
Which leaves me here.
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