All Wallow’s Eve
Distant hiss of fire finds us hidden in denial at the basin of our beloved mountain. Monument to immobility. Muse-less Helicon. No snow peak. Years from heaven. The moon rises orange aglow. Turns white as it climbs to the top of the sky. Celestial ladder. Cellar to attic. Lightning’s wisps of gray hair shed upwards. Anti-gravity growth. Sinking in reverse. An abdicated throne demands a God to birth a new Earth.
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