The Mountain and I

I stare into the red eye of the mountain
The red eye in its deepest depth
Where the mountain meets the Earth,
And it looks right back into
My hazel right next to the sack of my white heart
Where nothing but the life of me lives,

And we gape at each other
Two opaque travelers
Not a twitch of a muscle, not a blink of an eye
Not a single word spoken
Nothing but dust and the flight of a night bird
Between the mountain and I,

But all mountains are waves
And even the biggest bluest monster must pass.
When the time hails
I will climb that beast
And plant my feet
Into its great red eye.

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