ancient
sitting, slowly
growing
crushing its way
to the sky,
across time
the continents
pressing them
into the infinite
of forever
and within it
a mind,
but different,
special,
unlike those of the
fast moving,
short lived beings
who sleep
upon its steep edges
the thoughts
of the mountain
are not
of life
being short
but of time
spread across
the millenia,
and its growth
into the air,
providing for all
that dwell upon
and beneath its
wondrous majesty.
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