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just a moment

a little mythology

once spoke

of my being a mountain

and thoughts - like torrents


and I
the mountain

lay there

the sounds

like a stream

I see from a distance

a distance
(the distance)

which separates me from


(the mountain)

life's a beach

lifting a pebble

one may be surprised to find

another pebble

and a pebble is a pebble
and it's there - it's a pebble

and there's another pebble
a small pebble
a big pebble
a pebble that is wet

a pebble next to it
(the smallest pebble)
also wet

and you lift it

and inside it

you once find a flower

and you listen to it -

the sound of dying

of Masks
and little things

of rain

of stars we can't quite see -

the untimely manifestation

of shadows left

by pebbles on pebbles

when a pebble lifts a pebble.


eyes that carry


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