Within the Hall of the Mountain Kings

the wind blew fragile minds
 like blind broken statues
folding the long tall grass
   so, huh! I've been taken
to some place where I feel
as high as this mountain top
stare up at us
stare out at us
with those black marble eyes
their chin's up facing stars
  and me ~~ well, don't you 
know -- i am no one!

:: 06-11-2016 ::
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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