urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation and with such dim headlights, just fly into the black a natural disaster 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_renunciation:242733 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z <i>I was a log in the waves last time you saw me;<br />end over end I was thrown while I endlessly groaned,<br />"Hold my hand--won't someone come surf me?"<br />and of course no one came.<br />You stood and watched the wash of water edge me hopelessly into the seawall,<br />and there I stayed, and quickly decayed, and we all swapped molecules.<br />Now with a wave of my hand I command you to see me:<br />I'm more like a mountain this time, unmoving alpine decked in fog and concealed in snow clouds-<br />you're the farmer below<br />and if you see my face once then through 12 cloudy months you will know that I'm there behind curtains;<br />you'll know mountain light through thickness of night <br />see me</i>