Cold Mountain

I thrashed
in the contradiction
they told me was life then
layed back
into the mystic;
the cold hard face of the afternoon.
It was all feeling and without
strange supplications
that never entered thoughts
but poured out anyway and
over the hills far away
I sit there thinking.

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