Twin peaks pierce the sky
air of my reality twines
around their reaching heights
Eddies of stone slip under
my breath-blown snow
and winding clouds slide
into each fold and crevice
as I search for the path to
fiery gold striations
living in the center seams
But I have to breathe
and the caverns give way
to narrow passages
that condense my breath
suffocating into stillness
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
Twin peaks pierce the sky
air of my reality twines
around their reaching heights
Eddies of stone slip under
my breath-blown snow
and winding clouds slide
into each fold and crevice
as I search for the path to
fiery gold striations
living in the center seams
But I have to breathe
and the caverns give way
to narrow passages
that condense my breath
suffocating into stillness
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