Speak the Name
of the Mother of the Mountains
and you Shall
know her Face.
Before ancient Stone,
before Air vibrated upon Air,
she drank from
Creation.
Stillness within Stillness.
She captured the Moon
with her lovers-gaze.
To see
something you cannot hold,
that is the tyranny of time.
*Sigh* I love your writing. Simply love it. That's all.
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