"What I Actually Am"
When I was sturdier I'd talk about how certainly we all will die.
Eat shadows, bury candles, die.
When I was sturdier I thought
"So what? I am forever mountainous!"
I bravely said "No death of any kind could matter to my mountain mind.
Come years, come surging, I am tall!"
When I was "sturdier" I was secretly scared, and the fear was blinding.
As you can see I am no rock.
As you can see
in mountain wind
what I actually am is thinning clouds.
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