Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Return To The Mountain
Return to the once strange kindness that was in the bag,
Lifting it from the home of its leanings,
Keeping the backpack and all of the knowledge,
Letting it slip was wrong for the venture.
One sees a kind helper or man of expertise
Leaving us behind, as we trudged and crawled our
Ways to the monument,
Fixing our gaze at triumphant skies of dyes,
Feeding hunger to the eyes
Like a wolf and the skin it cares for
Within the cage of the soul.
Howling and whimpering are its deeds,
For kindness wears itself a token
Inside my bag of pondering thieves,
The pondering must be continual and abstract
For these wolves in clothing.
Return to kindness so that kindness
Is the zenith of the mountain
And the pride of life that errs.