As Clear As Ever

On the plane of my bed

I am pegged out for the crows

But in the sky, Ravens wheel

Into threads of cloud

And out again

To soar into the winds

Of the mountain foreslope

Watching the landscape shrink

Just a footprint below –

Beneath my pillow lies a well

Within dark confines

Blackly lie

Calm crystal waters, still

See – snowy mountain peaks


As clear as ever

The cold mountain air

Over the peaty landscapes I soar

A twisted tree stands alone

Throwing its shade upon the path

The last of its kind

Before the bare open hills

Where the winds intertwine

With innumerable peaks



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