Raw and Rare
Nothing is as it was
As it is
As it should be.
Strange as an ice-capped horizon with
Pastel pinks and yellows forming a descending arch
Vanilla beans sprinkle
As powdered sugar dusts over
The Mountain top.
The top of this mountain rests
Above buried, unheard sound
Veiled and untouched
Cones of frozen earth
Stand weary of the ice
Inviting our knight and shining Gravity
Down.
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