Remember that You'll Live

Small Mountains, and Snow Alike.

That road at the end

Take me and leave me

I'll go peacefully

I'll turn all my small arms in

I'll choke on the sunshine and ragweed entities

I'll climb small rocks and choke out miseries

I'll paint under caves and fall for robust intimacies

For thy comfort is all that becomes of me

I'll pray to moss saddened oak trees

Beneath all the star crossed endlessness

I'll gather sawdust memories

As our lives in sawdust paint woven tomorrows

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