Those borne from foothills of a soul
And borrowed air as makeshift transit
The stolen time from oxygen
Inhaled and set as veins in marble
Unlike each whispered, echoed word
It sat, unmoved, unfurrowed counsel
While only lost penumbra stirred
A heartbeat peppered fractured quiet
There's nothing blowing in the wind
Then senses pricked by cacti needles
All cursed their lucky solitude
The dumbest nurture untold knowledge
Mobility is just cement
The torture of my mountain's fortune
Solutions aren't by accident
The answer isn't on a matchbox
It can't be found among parched clouds
Or hidden betwixt the leaves of trees
Nor snaking dust around the scrub
My mountain sage stood fast in silence
And truth no nodding head betrayed
The foetus of my wisdom crowning
With innocence once more decayed
