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Ancient tiger

no Dream

slumber but not

Sleep

eyes

Dream-dusted

You

against Heaven

Bigger

but No

Mountain

can touch

Movement

Time

takes my Weight

The Sun disappears

gives d\ark

Others

their appearance

Morning

and another

Morning

Shadows on a Clay Cup

millions a second

replaying

Now the View

from

High upon High

Way

up Top

"We sit on Throwns, with a duty, to Honor the Dust"

Procession.

Processing..

Processed...

If you had fingers

You Would Wiggle them

TOO!

the Forests 

bow

breathe

Forget about You

on then

to

Shadows

by the

Millions

flicked

flick-flick

Behind

Every

Eye

and you Cast

this Day

the longest Black Dress

of the Hole thing

You cast

Upon I

and what was once Mountain

then did Move

And what was once Still

then did Shake

And what was once Sky

then did Blaze

Moon

and Shadows

cast

all Clay Cups

for

Millions of millions 

of

Seconds

Replaying=Endlessly

A Dandelion

Yellow 

as 

a

Sun

is 

Witness

to

a

Movement

of 

a

Past

Movement

an Ant

Whispered

to the

Old Volcano

You sure are Something

For Being a Whole lot 

of 

Nothing

the Old Volcano

whispered back

Nothing 

is always

a Whole

lot

of 

Something