She, an uncertain giant to the outside,solid as a mountain inside
Unable to hide
The droves come striding
up the canyons we clamber
forgetting our homes as we sleep in the red panda’s abode
She, Eternal purity
a brand man’s dream
An adolescent Waiting
for lens and screen
Growing pains razor up the ridgeline seam of her scree slope dress.
her screams of distress in the avalanches that ingest the best hopes of her disciples
or the schemes of those that cling to obscene concepts of conquering her tiara
Men with Dumpies and sonar measure her scars to calculate how close the sky they could climb forgetting how far they’ve actually come just to sit by her side and watch a sunset die in the sublime
The river: Milky, white liquid ice cream, poured from sloping hips of snow, slows in glaciers then rushes forth coursing from her rivulet veins, pounding the rocks that strain against
She, keeps her toes in the icy cold flows while
Wild goat meadows billow in the morning mist
Shrouds come as Moslem women in a crowd
But none know of a heart throbbing, hobbled to Himalaya chain
On a clear day with eyes strained she can see the rain clouds pound Bengal’s bay
Blue hues hide a solem mood
Mute to others ears no one listens to her fears as she strikes adrenaline into theirs
what are the dreams of a mountain goddess?
Just to be?
or
to chase kangaroos through desert open space?
to lay with a lover face to face?
to slip slowly into warm salt water?
or
Just to... swim into freedom?
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team picaso take on lang tang
