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Date Posted: 21:49:52 10/02/03 Thu
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool27-229.nas52.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.27.229
Subject: A Soul and a Mountain

A Soul and a Mountain

Whispering words
That would rather shout.
!!!!!!!
They can't get in or out,
They just wander around
Thinking.

No voice, just my own...
Unspoken.

There is a mountain,
To get lost upon,
It's granite gray
Covered with
Soft brown and
Dark, wet, clay.

There is a mountain with
Buried treasure
To climb upon.

And rooted in that soil,
Is a forest primeval.
Primeval?
Well Ok,
It sways with its own
Evolution, supports
Its own day.

A chattering forest,
With bracken-birds,
And fur-born leaps,
And antennae insects
Crawling up the bark.

There are shadows for your eyes,
And surprising music,
There is this forest.

And down from where
The mountain collects
Frozen snow from sky,
When the wind blows it in
From a faraway ocean...

There runs a cutting string
Of water, forming seams
And curves, and pools
Of near-satisfied latency.

There is a stream,
Both quick and still,
Both white and brown and
Clear to fill cupped-hands
Or cool a brow.

And eyes within,
Or laughing feet,
Teasing, falling,
Paring a way to stay...
Or to find a way
Down.

With a beat for a chorus,
There is a stream.

And here, at this thought of
Location, the stream
Hails and spins and spills
Among bare and mossy stones,
Exposed relics released
From the heart of
This homesick mountain...

Quick, now you can find it!
Breathe in deep,
Relax, and enjoy it!
These stones are my soul,
Waiting softly,
Wanting you.

-Gray Squirrel

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