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O mighty bulk of earth 
I have thrown desire at your feet 
and stand upon you 
free as the eagles 
who sail the dancing breeze, 
Strong as your brethren 
ebbing through horizons, 
like a herd of feral beasts 
with lush coats of trees 
grazing cerulean skies. 
I am fresh as the river 
that sparkles 
the reflection of the sun 
and coils between 
as an endless serpent. 
I am formless 
as the clouds, 
deep as the chasms 
yawning at my feet, 
and perfect 
as a mortal soul 
who for a pulse of time 
has known completeness.

Mountain