so for now
even with the journey
over
the light refuses
to be categorized
in some predefined
magazine format
there's a mist
that pierces the skin
never leaves it
becomes your body
round pebbles
smoothed by millennia
a fractured butte
still standing straight
a thousand mysteries
of the rivers' wombs
--- e b bortz
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