All night long
we stared,
watched them criss-cross
across the frozen sky,
in between the stars.
And we thought,
wondered to ourselves,
in the greater scheme,
where are we really going?
Nowhere
or to higher places
other than the north face
of this glaciated sacred-monolith.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
All night long
we stared,
watched them criss-cross
across the frozen sky,
in between the stars.
And we thought,
wondered to ourselves,
in the greater scheme,
where are we really going?
Nowhere
or to higher places
other than the north face
of this glaciated sacred-monolith.
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