From those dark mountain
valleys etching destiny
like palm lines
We conjure up rain and ropes,
tethering our dreams to
vibrant green acres of horizon
radiating our perspectives
of
voluminous bubbling energies
under
entropic skies
over there.
If only
we had more energy,
if only
more time...
We would make it up
and over and climb higher to
see
what is
over the top,
finally.
The other side
is sleep.
Painting by Winslow Homer, In the mountains, 1877, in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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