Poetry / Consciousness-Ridges

In jest the summits
toss reckless torrents of clouds
in the new air, the shadows like maps
horsing around on their flanks

in jest the summits
squirm and are sealed beneath
the unquiet footsteps of the people.

in jest the summits
break themselves down, aeon upon aeon
break themselves into fractions
a dwarfing erosion
a violent peace overflowing.

and racing downwards
before the lightning strikes,
rumors of the speed of wind
ignite over darkening worlds.

the summits exhale and laugh in their sleep.

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