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THE PEPPERMAN AND THE ANCIENT ROCK OF WISDOM

I OPENED A DOOR
AND FOUND MYSELF ATOP 
A MOUNTAIN PEAK.
A THOUSAND FEET
ABOVE THE CLOUDS.

OXYGEN WAS EXTREMELY THIN.
ONE MIGHT SAY RARE.
ONE MIGHT EVEN HALLUCINATE
UNDER SUCH CONDITIONS.

MY ENTIRE SURROUNDINGS
WERE COVERED WITH SNOW.
EXCEPT FOR A SIX FOOT
CIRCLE OF LUSH GREEN GRASS.
IN THE CENTER APPEARS TO BE
A PARTIALLY BURIED ROCK.

THE SUN WAS DIRECTLY
OVER THIS ROCK.
WAS THIS A PHENOMENON.
HOW COULD THIS 
BE EXPLAINED.
IT'S DIFFICULT TO SAY
IF THIS WAS A ROCK
OR A BOULDER.
ALL I SEE 
IS WHAT IS SHOWING.

A CLOSER LOOK AT
THIS BURIED ROCK
MAYBE BOULDER
I CAN SEE AN 
INSCRIPTION.

    TO KNOW ALL
     IS TO BE ALL
       TO BE ALL 
         IS TO BE 
       IMMORTAL

I'M NOT SURE
HOW MANY TIMES
I READY IT.
HOW EVER 
IT MADE ME THINK.
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
I BROKE IT DOWN
MULTIPLE WAYS.
ONE WORD AT A TIME.
THE ENTIRE VERSE AS ONE.

I HAD NO CHOICE
EXCEPT TO WONDER.
AND MY MIND DID WANDER.
HOW MANY LIFE TIMES
WOULD IT TAKE 
TO KNOW
ALL THERE IS TO KNOW?

HOW MANY BEINGS
WOULD I HAVE TO BE
TO BE ALL THERE IS
TO BE?

IF TO BE IMMORTAL 
IS TO HAVE NO END.
WHERE DOES 
IMMORALITY BEGIN?

Michael E. Harris
02282021

Copyright © Michael E. Harris

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