Somewhere there is a road that tunnels through tree forests,
a primordial passage into wilderness.
The grass is greener on that other side
and we follow each other into the blue.
It is difficult to stop until you reach the summit
of all things--with this suction of sky,
a promise of views and a place to
stand on the lid of this world.
How can one come down from such heights
and ever thrive at the edge of the sea
having beheld the thin lightness
of being atop it all.
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