A Basque Mountain

I exploded into nothing

or to say

I became everything;

The forgotten wind


still green, under the first day of Decembers’ sun

the sky dwelling birds of prey

the voiceless melody of the drifting horse bells


up each mountain

I leave a part of myself that is best released

Penas de Aya, Spain // 01”12”16


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