A leap of faith to find the little ones
Lost in extravagant allegories
Of death and the most gruesome agonies,
Hiding high up in the caves on the cliffs.
They don’t ever want to come back down,
They never want to come back down, but
They must if they are not to turn to dust.
Even the denizens of allegories, indigenes
Of mysteries, inhabitants of wonder stories,
Need to come down to the valley to dream.
A span of two weeks included five days
Spent largely lost and hidden in the heights.
Each quiet spread its tendrils deeper, deeper
Into the mind of the past. As close to heaven
As all that, it couldn’t last, but when the wind
Shoved clouds away, above the empty path,
Sunlight answered for everything asked.
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