this is where I sit
the temperature aura
under mountain’s shade

multiple pathways
lined with barbed wire landmine traps
where’s the decampment

half sure and half dead
bleeding sliced pseudo gurus
desperately advise

tough cures for our doubt
no one really makes it up
few approach apex

some think of shortcuts
but nothings not been seen here
all ground is trodden

carved out shelter caves
groups let themselves waste away
to their heart’s desire

to which can I care
maybe just to see it all
equinox of pull

for something better
lay into subconscious states
my smile eats you

auspicious tranquil
broadened across reverie
forgetting once more

red pulverulence
the hill’s carbon hushed secret
it’s all carrion

finely ground try-hards
earth carcass consistency
we tread on the dead