a good man;
if I could
pass while
my eyes are
falling on trees
of color -
trees of Autumn.
Maybe -
if I could
speak slowly
enough;
perhaps one word
drawn out
over a million
years
I could enter
these mountains
gradually over
time;
a bit here and
there amid the
aching hours
of their
rising and
creation.
Maybe
that would be
the way to go.
Drained back
into all that is
around us
one electron
at a time.
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