What might have been lost?
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Quick! with your hand
leave them all behind
the snow on the mountain
the cloud in the sky
On the way back,
I blinked,
like the T encircled
while mustached heroes
spoke of their destination
and beautiful listeners
created beautiful memories.
each one a little dirty
I’ll dream of you,
I promised.
but black divided by gray
equals= ALL is ALL
and misty minutes drove me
they dictated my every action
attention, my Capital
first I need a drink
She writes in coloured pencil?
a different for each mood?
I pretended it was you
but it wasn’t
it was someone beautiful
an overboard presence,
just a picture,
pause enough
know that the "I"
is not alone
there is someone.
someone who might
be able enough to
understand if not
then my opinion:
All is Doomed.
But there are too many
beautiful hands here,
Now here with your hands,
leave them all behind.
I was in Chile. After a day trip to the the mountains in early spring. A long day of hiking, sledding, and enjoying some iron infused natural heat springs. There were five of us in a small pick up truck. The ride up was cramped and a little bit sweaty. My girlfriends brother and I elected to sit in the bed of the truck rather than squeeze back in.We winded our way down, through little extremely rural villages, past higher pastures with their cattle and Huasos. Max listened to Bob Dylan on his headphones, I listened to Max signing along. We left a trail of dust in the dirt road as the sun set over the powerful Andes. It was some time ago, a couple years. But for a flat-lander from the Cape, it's not a memory that will fade any time soon.
Where does the snow on the mountains
become the clouds in the sky?
When is going to a foreign country
no different from going home?
what might have been lost?
simply the view of le bleu
the sky hides from me
I’ve left lives behind
I’m simply living away.
life is too short
to see so many lives walk
consistently, constantly, cautious
What might have been lost?
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