You see its aggregations
And the mountains that they formed
But all you are is witness to a sliver of the stone
Your excited by the scale
And the history no one knows
The ancient times while we were small
Stories locked into the grains
Cracks of light
Passages tight
Its just a bunch of rocks you know
Broken by old ice and snow
Old timers said a beach was there
Rust across the tower's top
A view by any means
Approached at night
With surly feet
Behind you the moon wood peer.
Over your shoulder , competing against the sunrise
Smooth wind will wrap the trees and leave you with nothing.
Something
Your here
Because you knew you had to be.
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