Let’s away to the mountains
to the music of loss when elegy-tossed
the sun above us burns mists away
as we walk back to the valley of youth. 
Today, I walk the blue moutains of forgetting,
just above the far-horizons of sight,
no closer after five days of tramping the fields;
I keep going and going whilst knowing futility
in every pore, I just keep heading
for the rising sun or the waning sun of dusk.
when the sun burns red behind me
& my shadow casts a shadow on the far-horizon.
The fire I lit in the darkness dies to ashes
I tune in to the stars and dream of time’s denial
in this black hole of my own making
my legs shake with the tiredness of it all
I choose not to fall flat upon my face,
I summon up the grace to sing of the journey
we all must make to the pearly gates,
of the blue mountains — like the mountains of the moon — 
where the sun rises from a sea of ​​scented grass to mark
the start of just another ordinary day….

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