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it's mountainside that i recall
endless days that come unbeckoned
and down the rabbit hole we fall
to fight with bitter time unreckoned
and on that shining mountaintop
it's snow that gleams and glistens
what god that rests in rocky crop
to prayers intently listens
I sat by lake under the hill
made peace with how I'd drown
if I would swim the lake in full
what god would drag me down
I wracked my candlelight brain
searching for every refrain
gazing there out on the waste
thinking of words in good taste
but endlessly walking with you
the farthest things came into view
the sun was beginning to wane
but the vision, like fire, remained
it's you who saw farthest
in, up, and
you with the largesse
your life was the hardest
i knew
what mattered to me was always the marches
endlessly walking with you
the farthest things came into view
in his hands a shield
bathed in light
play incense like Aaron's sons
the Lord kept in sight
knew that many stars were spent
before the last night
on the smoldering altar, many deaths
and all was right
the rush
to me
of kinaesthetic feet
down raving paths
where bushes meet
I softly crave an elder mouse
for tutelage
to teach my aging breaking house
to bend and bow
til I know how
to eat