Sometimes you kick a stone against a rock

sometimes you begin to just...drop

there's a crow coming along...with flock

knock, knock

fetted behemoth lock

how you shine your dusty cobwebs off

crown and gown and say aloud



dynasty days

my weeping flower

drifting away



the sacred mountain.

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