moonlit hills
mouth closed and breathing through my nose i climb yet another hill rising above me like all the others i have climbed
and passed over into new realms of being, seeing and thinking and feeling the world and the people around me who i
know and don't know or may one day know but do not know now and i wonder what is beyond this hill and what will the
next hill be and how high will it be and will i be strong enough to climb it too like i have climbed all the others
during day or night while sun or moon or both hang above me timeless in their drifting through space while my life runs
its course and i run my race over these hills to the other side and beyond with my mouth
closed and breathing through my nose.... quietly while you were asleep....
by
floatingposted on 02/03/2008
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