Mountain
Painting the picture in my mind, brilliant
The Mountain rises in magnificent splendor
Focusing on the movement of the beings
She whimsically imagines the ease of their destruction
From the vantage of rocky slopes
Viewing humankind in all their ills
Polluting her body with drugs of choice
There is no point in continuing on
Agreeing, that it is only a matter of time
The Mountain peak is a symbol
Her base a small crutch
Holding under the force of her structure
She is an empty house
Filling with the sand of time
Bound to the earth for eternity
Sick of all the tricks coming forth
Felling like a cave of emptiness
Waiting for the urine of beings.
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