Mountainal
This first-light mountain, its east peak and west peak. Its first-light creeks: Lagunitas, Redwood, Fern. Their fishes and mosses. Its night and day hawk-life, slope-life, fogs, coyote, tan oaks, white-speckled amanita. Its spiderwebs’ sequins. To be personal is easy: Wake. Slip arms and legs from sleep into name, into story. I wanted to be mountainal, wateral, wrenal.
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Enok Mayeny
Thank you, a lot.☺☺☺☺☺
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و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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