Ever present, changes slow
No movement to the naked eye
I’m the weathered mountain face
The world denied
Left to largely lifeless heights
Brave souls and broken minds, finding courage for the climb
Time spent, seeking out the summit
Thin air, chapped lips and a wind so cold and loveless
Shoving you toward the edge
The lonely ‘scape
Didn’t get this way by chance
thInkStains 
I’m really enjoying your more recent poetry — it has such a nice flow! ❤
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I often use vocal rhythms that don’t come across in text very well. I spent ages trying to come up with an easy guide to reading the bulk of my work, but it proved challenging. Akin to some Baudelaire translations, in a sense. Thank you again for taking the time. Perhaps I’ll start doing readings to make my pieces more accessible. Everyone and their dog has a podcast, I hear.
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You certainly should! Podcast or YT, it’s definitely a good way to promote your work these days.
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