there are mountains worth climbing
i sit and i stand
no walking to nowhere
no sleeping in sand
the colors are pictured
in paint ‘cross the land
cover the earth
with love; understand
the valleys so deep
crevasses so wild
cut through by rivers
and on toward a mild hangover
drink for the morning sun
come evening, you’re over
out for a run toward nothing
i cover
i shudder
and shake