In the mountains,
                         obviously, 
                  there were
                          other 
                    philosophies...

           I knew when to shut up
                 and sip my coffee.

                 I know the old
                       rainwater story, of course

                I'll speak up again
         when it's time to discuss
                  the cracked backbones
                  sunken ships


               broken
       skeletons of wood
            dancing
       at the cold black
          gates of solitude