Told You What Beautiful Sadness Was,
Years Ago.
Public.
In Writing.
Can You Blame Me?
I’m waltzing alone,
At the end of the world.
Hermit Guru: Ballet-toeing my granite edges.
How many times,
Sitting on edge of oblivion?
Legs kicking back & forth,
Arms crossed behind my head.
Mountain Origins,
Lost.
Mountain Origins, Lost.
