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as i stand atop the mound,
i can see the sky and ground.
and the chill of the wind
blows the heat off my chin.
i do not make a sound.
moisture hangs above my head,
but the sun takes my eyes instead.
the land is speckled with bright,
it tells me that all is right.
and all my thoughts fall dead.
on my neck, i feel a prick.
and the leaves begin to click.
thunder bashes the air
as water drips off my hair.
i wonder if i should stick.
the commotion begins to still
as the clouds fold off the hills.
i smell the wet of grass,
and find that time has passed.
my body begins to chill.
i walk from this place,
with thoughts of time and space.
-david rbV
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