Let’s away to the blue mountains,
To the elegaic music of loss,
the sun above us burns the mists away
as we walk to the valley of youth..  
Today, I will walk the blue moutains of forgetting,
just a ragged wall above the far-horizons of sight,
they’re no closer after five days of tramping;
for five days I continued whilst knowing futility
in every pore, I just  kept going and going.
When, at last, the sun turns red behind me
or if I stop for food or drink or to take a piss
my shadow casts a shadow onto the far-horizon
the fire I  lit in the darkness will die to ashes
before I tune into the stars, dream of time’s denial
In a black hole of my own making,.
my legs shake and I begin forgetting amidst the tiredness of it all
but I choose not to fall upon my face
so I summon up the grace to  sing 
of the blue mountains – the mountains near the moon – 
where the sun rises from a sea of green ​​grasses to mark
the start of just another holy day..

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