unhinged from time and
space, moving like a glacier
over new jersey
There are 3 types of person.
The one who climbs to the top and says “Fuck you, mountain, I beat you.”
The one who climbs to the top and says “Thank you, mountain, I love you.”
Most of us are a little of both, and that is the problem.
in the spring i walk
through gardens. in the autumn
i walk through forests.
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