Starting from the zero that culled mountain out of plain earth and the new valley sings about the value of water going lower till it hatches life or stopping or all the bargain set in rhyme. And I set out lattice works of thinking how I'll be in the next story, away from the frigid stores of mountain lore, wishing Ken Lay well in the next downturn, presenting a bill to the latest president, dots at the end of sentences called commitment. Shall I say I am all alone, in the world, having fought the elemental, and told the rich story? Guffaw now, that was your signal. Yet where is Excellent English, who was with me, as personal as talking to someone. Where is Tundra, exactly proposed in the establishment of the specific coterie? Yeti I know is “out there”, appearing at Walmarts across this great big, getting the pulse and correcting plausibly. Oh what a tale to make, and in making, force thru the sieve. I've been down in valleys, which have been startling, and that Everest of cold and thin was short history for a long age. Did I mean that right? I survived, closed, opened, then looked. Here the findings fluffed into always wanting. The poetry resists the stamp, but doesn't go far. Streak caulk the sky. I dream as a participle. I leave a number under my pillow. The pillow has been mountainous in days, yet yields a valley for my head. Ah, my head holds the universe, which is nice, foaming with convenience. And I shall read about Lenin, here with a view of the valley. I shall, I will, and all that shit divides and divides. Thunderstorm distracts the maintenance crew, they better run for cover. I'll take some notes before.. what... stunning...
Afterwards isn't always pretty. Nepal's arithmetic and consolation prize, hefted up the mountains, dragged thru economic pictures, keys some escape pattern, negligent homicide perhaps. Graphed with even the others, almost. Residually, some sport of growth spurt imagined in a land of land, other features, and a cold way of life after all. That picture nestles into luxury, which calls itself home. I say something near that neighbourhood when I walk by, but I stop too, wondering how or if my friends got out. But it is not about me, unless I personally freeze to death perfectly, seated in the snow. That's too great a picture to ignore.
