Stillness- The Mountain’s Breath

through the mist, i knew
the leaves felt wet
from the morning's gape;
and i, a vagrant soul,
did riff a yank upon strings of time
to peel the cord from the song-lit crux
of the mountains hoisting skies a-gray;
for to lay pause to a moment
such as this
is to flay the present from the past
as slipping days fare lost upon the kettle's brim
to stew in memoirs of tokens past
for breakfast borne from a pauper's pew;
and i, in a vapid sconce of seconds,
holding pillars of generations-
stand... transfixed...
for stillness is
the sound of the mountain's breath

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