Taking Thunder

My mist, my mountain

one that calls me

to reach forth

and take this courage

into the depths of the sky

where the charcoal fist meets us

in the dust of the wind

and there, our minds

are born, again, under

time-lapsing stones

without shadows or sun

we fly into the air-like-seas

within darkness and light,

the unknown sunrise may come.

 

 

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