it
has been whispered
that
there exists a mountain people
on
the other side of the blue orange
and it has been told that
their climbers don't stop
when
they reach
a
mountaintop
instead
it
has been smiled
they
keep on
rising
& we felt like Rodrigo de Triana
on the Pinta
as the streams of clouds
that put us to high sea
ripped open
for our first glance at the next
mountaintop
land!
there is down and there is up
time for the streams to wander
and the rock ship to stop
pirate SeaSick was close
sun is allowed to peer through
the clouds of our doubts
and warms
the heights of the crow's nest
this barren stony top
were we cower and rest
eat drink and thank
for this rare hospitality
in times of upheaval
yes
we are humble guests
but
it's from here that we mount
our dragons of playfulness
and surf
wild winds of change
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