I saw my face in the dust
of the mountain tops white,
life dripping toward entropy -
the day turns to night
Windy fields in my mind
and in raindrop's misty sight
Fight, I fight back towards the light
My feet hurt from walking
over road to the sea
Sandy fields of the time
when the rocks broke free
Older than Everest,
wilder than hopes can be
Faded in tides,
the moon pulls at our withered feet
And whispers the promise
of what turns our alive
toward the polaroids of used to be
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