Contributor: Perry Gardbakken

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Alone
where even the silence echoes
where the black marks of high fires
scorch the painted stone
the prints of magic hands
pressed in paint for all to see

Alone
and I love it here
and I wish I felt as free
in every moment
as I do in the confines
of this stony hole.

Alone
and no one to find me if I fall
but I want it that way
I want my bones to lay in this cave
until even I
become one
with the Earth.


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Perry saw twenty winters before he left the mountains. He writes in nature, sometimes while sitting in trees.