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WE LEFT THE HILLTOP

 

We left the hilltop

A contemplative mood

Entered the social matrix

Having copped the green

Having kept the gold

Said goodbye to the geese

And yet down we go

Keeping in mind

That final hour

Of that last day

Somewhere in the ending year

That could be far

Or ever so near

         And in this wave of re-immersion

         We see the sad souls

         Lurking on the sidewalks

         Pushing the limits of human sanity

         As if ready to burst

         If pushed just a bit more

         With the pulse of the bass

         And the rap of the City

         Echoing from passing cars

From here the hill can be seen

Making the observers shrink in comparison

As the mountain looms

Infinite relative to these fragile forms

Drawn like steel filings

To the magnet of the peak

There to be told

For the thousandth time

That the sunset

Is one of God’s sweet smiles                                                   230922.1