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Click herewandering through the void
nonexistent as the world
you were your own ghost
and free as the howling wind
"st. raymond of the dogs"
dharma drunk and desperate
you denied your existence
and therefore you are
the echoes of your words
beat against canyon walls
and return the reverberations
for repeating generations to hear
when you reach the top
you said to keep on climbing
and you found it impossible
to fall from the side of a mountain
yet you foretold prophesies forlorn
as you lay shivering and wet
scared on the face of matterhorn
that you could not quite climb.
but it must have been another poem. Oh well. I like it and I knew I would.
"dharma drunk and desperate" - I have a feeling that phrase will be stuck in my head all day. Damn, that's good!
I love "you were your own ghost/and free..." An excellent existentialist work. I'm tired of Steve writing so damn many great poems!
...as usual, steve. so many lines here that stir. great reading.