Take me to kneel
At mountain monuments Towers to the heavens Casting their shadows On the sinners below Take me to rest In forests pristine Reliquaries for souls Who wander dreaming Through many bountiful arms Take me to purify In oceans tumultuous Let me cleanse myself In the deepest wells Primeval founts of life ©FaerieFoxPoetry
watching us worry and die. Insignificance.
Spending six weeks on Mt. Fuji
i saw a heaven
no i did not not really the mountain is cold
i dream of walking
on mountains ha ha ha just one hundred paces
dolma walks the earth
touches loves honors people she is a mountain
the mountains are so
beautiful i do not see the path before me
shape of a mountain not an unknowable task
Internal battles meant to be discounted
And anxieties rumored as dismounted While nothing could have amounted To the tales within those mountains Regarded and enabled as fountains Of flowing wisdom which hasn’t counted The melody of life yet to be sounded A treasure seemed and well-rounded
Singular rhyming sequence based on my ruminating about worries and fears.
the highway tunnels drilled in your gums from when your baby teeth plucked themselves out. I am the **** rotting on the bed, whose gelatin you flayed off with your rusted spoon. I am the accused with his bounty price plastered across the billboard sign. I am the dying fetus jutting her head outside the womb. I am these tributaries — these waves that thirst — which, at first glance, don’t connect. In time, they will prove that humanity has claimed territory in them. I am the mouth, drooling forth my mountain water. This larger lake! I shall never see beyond it. I am not the fifth dimension, where the sky hangs its hook. So what? I have its might. I am the colonizer in its territory, and I claim it.