i stand within the mountain of myself,
shy eyes peering out, wondering if i'm lost.
it seems a magical world,
with butterflies and snow-throwing angels;
the gray soot that seeps into my conciousness
makes me think it is not so
let me take a very hot shower
in this very flowering spring-
perhaps these clogged up caves
in the nooks of my mountain will finally
relax and cease to be.
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