Mountains for thinkers

Appear as jagged teeth

A wolf’s salivating fangs

But for you

They are burial mounds

Of murdered stone

Trees for thinkers

Take shape of green flames

A bonfire of teeming life

But for you

They are solid husks

Of moldering bark

Snow for thinkers

Is only a frothing sea

A swirling white myriad of waves

But for you

It is a death mask

Of stinging cold ice

Life for thinkers

Becomes a soft oil painting

Brushed by the bleeding heart

But for you

It’s an endless stretch

Of pre-laid train tracks


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