Go! Tell it On the Mountains
lest we orbit
Weyekin's bode
amidst the fire
of our obsessions,
recherche ciphers
within wet ashes,
charcoal forests'
collateral toll,
rows of Cedars'
sons and daughters
on clear-cut mountain's
point of view
die against arbitrage
of paper plates...
still we prey ...
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