A Basque Mountain

I exploded into nothing

or to say

I became everything;


The forgotten wind

grass

still green, under the first day of Decembers’ sun

the sky dwelling birds of prey

the voiceless melody of the drifting horse bells


Somewhere

up each mountain

I leave a part of myself that is best released


Penas de Aya, Spain // 01”12”16

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