Preparation.
He had inquired.
Preparation
He fears.
Ignition
He had had his understanding of all that was, and the knowledge had steadied and
comforted him into acceptance of the possibly unknown.
Ignition
His amble is slouched yet hurried, as every foot forward pulls against the coat around his
shoulders. It stretches into the dark depths of the mountain, it's end alight like a wick.
The tip is an ever present reminder of his future in which he has never come to terms.
A goat presents itself to his arrow. He hurriedly sews it's pelt into his collar. His process
continues for years, as he climbs and sews from the ever present flame. His coat spirals
around the huge body of earth. He treads step on the pinnacle of the mountain; all life in
his world exhausted.
his world exhausted.
Engulfment
The last of the small yet life-giving coat had been burning as the old lay near. An old hand
gently reached out as a young hand had been lent. Old and young eyes had spoken and
listened, as faint messages of meaning were exchanged. Seconds had passed, until old and
young eyes had closed and cried, as the last of the flames were extinguished.
The dawning sun had suggested an orange tinge to the short windswept grass upon the
mountain. The breeze had displaced the ashes, charging them with the role of becoming a
part of the mountain. A small length of hide and a usable piece of pelt had been revealed.
Young eyes smiled.
Engulfment
Old hands grasp,
no hands extend.
Old eyes plead,
no eyes listen.
Old eyes close,
no eyes cry.
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