Tell me again how the sun is ahead
How the radical winds cannot halt it
Show me how I might squint my eyes
So the mountains seem nearer to me
Describe every detail, every edge
The hammered silver crown atop our heads
As the sound of steel drums shines on
We are beautiful
You know
Out here looking in
But were we
In there looking out
I doubt
We’d see it
We’d worship
Screens and glass
Belongings and
Our own stale air
But out there
Out here
We are beautiful
I am to want you
I’ll spend my breath to find you
I do desire you
Half-draped in canvas
I would want to fall in love
If I saw her there
Then the photograph
Capturing her rare virtue
I’d hang on my heart
Where would you have me
Splash and spill adrenaline
That’s flowing from me?
Somewhere in the Mountains
That needed moment
Will leave the heart laid bare where
Skin can marry truth
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