Behold, you say
the mountains
higher ground than most
a certain fog, a mist of unarmored sift moves
like ripples over a lake
near the foot of the mountain
behold. you ask me gain
they are high, we, sink onto earth lower, why? you ask
I cannot tell you
You wouldn't understand-
You, owner of the plains
why do you envy
the altitude of the mountains?
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