the haziness of dream like laziness
smoke settling as fog around the mountains where I
try to climb are fires burned
in memory and wave as flags on top of steeples
I try to mount them all feel needless
when I envision them
shine glimmering breathe clearly-
the cleanest air-
like a weight has been lifted,
off a chest, where once
a pull and push entered, a darkness, felt
like a ton of fright.
Then I changed how I saw it all.
Got high, a clean one,
and imagined you
and I, alone.