Excerpt From 'On White Rock'

“Into busy cities with the flow of cars Is where we come back to – simply no choice! – And we’re coming down from the heights we reached, Leaving our hearts in the mountains.” ~ Vladimir Vysotsky, “Goodbye Mountains” ... How ephemeral is life How permanent For ages before this body’s come And further ages after it’s gone The mountain’s contemplating The life it’s carried Throughout its existence And will sustain Until it’s gone The creatures Who make it Home I can stand Huddling no more I won’t do it anymore In the next obscene tempest I’ll revel Shove aside the quaking glass Stagger wild-eyed into the thrashing sheets of the rejoicing maelstrom Let it burst over me under me through me in pitch black rage Let it spear me deeper and deeper till the tempest’s heart is one with mine Let it scoop me twirling heels over head and back upright My mildly wavy hair drawn straight out inundated Pummeled matted flipped plastered twisted flattened Again Again And again ... ~ Thanks Always Returns