on the road to puerto natales. December 30...
a void willed with motion
pushing the earth to the sky
bending the grass forward and backward
skipping the stream over the river rocks
a blanket of vapor suspended
pierced by lofty jagged rocks
watching my shadow form and shape below
tumulting over myself
this i know.
this i was.
a void willed with motion
pushing the earth to the sky
bending the grass forward and backward
skipping the stream over the river rocks
a blanket of vapor suspended
pierced by lofty jagged rocks
watching my shadow form and shape below
tumulting over myself
this i know.
this i was.
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