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Dec 2013
I am an idea.
A mountain of thought, atop which
a peak glistens
afar, in the light
of the ever-rising, ever-setting sun
You would think I was royalty--
King of the Mountains
and a kingdom of rich valleys in my midst
But that is an idea,
and I, no more than that.
Realized, I am a river, running
from the King's lonely heart
Twisting away from him
Through and into distant lands, until
utter desolation.
Then, I am not.
For there, is naught.
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