From my recent series Mountainless Poetry (AKA Plain Poetry)
Clouds loll over, snows cling fast, and, as the world tilts, set to flowing - broadly treacly; joining capillaries to veins, veins to the heart of this good spinny Earth. Clouds loll over, and ever, the Sun. I seek my peak... in the Valley below.
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