Mountains

from by Tim Woulfe

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the mountains in my town
are glassy and gross
and when i head north i'm still
swallowed by their shadow

so i keep close
to the dust of the world
and the world in the dirt
all the worlds that i love

experience real beauty
in the cracks of crumbling brick
in green leaves smashing windows
in the earth left to itself

and if my favorite vacant lot
gets turned into a high rise condo
i'll shed a single
wide tear

but i will learn to move and love
genuinely
the sacred world of dust
and the person i choose to
travel with and trust

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from Silence, released May 5, 2017

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