#2371 -- looking back over the mountain I’ve made

 

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looking back over the mountain I’ve made

 

so many crooked tracks

 

tracks lost to wilderness

most I treasure

 

how even the words are gone there

a tune’s misplaced

 

it wasn’t just the one mountain though

it was a whole range

and on a far planet

 

mine just a little hut on a mountainside there

in not even really a clearing

 

I had to make my telescope from bits of broken glass

and then I would wave wildly

 

of course no one could see

but I was signalling to your world

it was from the mountain I’d made

from this ridge closest the stars

 

there was so much mountain there to show

jagged, precipitous, quite sublime

 

even the gods are full of such hybris

 

nobody really made a mountain

the mountain was always there