but mountains yes
mountains are like god
rippling in ancient jagged
saw-toothed pinnacles
and
mysterious purple spirals
but mountains yes
mountains are like god
unchanging
yet
shape-shifting
sometimes sapphire or plum
crimson or green
covered with waving grass
sometimes bitter brown
or stubbly tan
sometimes even
snow-covered white
or wrapped in wispy clouds
like a hermit’s beard
but mountains yes
mountains are like god
all-seeing
all-knowing
living sentinels
silent witnesses
to the lives of men
but mountains yes
mountains are like god
remote
impassive
disinterested
but mountains yes
mountains are like god
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