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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
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Michael E. Harris
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