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The Mountain

I sit alone.
The only thing I see is the mountain I always run into.
Time.
I am the only person that I know who has not seen black.

I want the waves to hit me, but they miss.
I will not force the wave,
but it shall come to me.

Because why stay in the white,
when you have no yellow to be with you.

For my white has turned black.
The black will turn white.
But the mountain will never stop.
It will always stop me,
until I am gone with the wave.

Rhône Galchen author of The Mountain
Rhône Galchen, 11
New York, NY

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