unending, unforgivable mountain

Mountain Dream # 2

we are at Parkdale again, at the foot of Mt. Hood. We are looking around us, trying to see the mountain through all the clouds. I am really excited because we weren't able to see it last time... then we can see it even though a thin layer of clouds surrounds the mountain, and it is covered with evergreens- no snow. I begin to look up to see how high and how big it is, and as high as I look, the mountain is higher, and bigger, and wider. I scream and scream and scream, I feel terror. I try to calm down to enjoy the view, but it's difficult.

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when the mountain is all you can see

and you find yourself lost in a sea of screams,

where can you go at 6am?

trees with no leaves only needles and pleas

to see the sky and no more clouds

stand dark and cover the atmosphere here in this place.

Light seeks its kind but crawls through the dark

to find home

and waves of night swallow waves of white

like a velveteen blanket in an apathetic unrelenting tide.

I walked past shards of broken heart that lay cold but not yet

scattered and I let the street cleaner sweep them up.

At least he would give them an appropriate place to be and

I had to go to work.

Wide eyes close and open from nine to five

and focus on objects in the mirror that are

closer than they appear,

and they do not note beams of light-