That I came here for
Or is it myself
That I seek out once more
Thistles by the stream
Pebbles in the water
Love of breath, and breeze
Alive, here and now; to so dream
Bird-box on the tree trunk
Lichen-cobwebs on the branches
Life of ages in each and every leaf
Alive, here and now; to so believe
The outcrop bears no names
No prior memories erupt
From the fierce-thrown granite
Alive, here an now; to so climb
Somehow we find symmetry
As in sunlight, as in shadow
As on balmy days also with rain
Alive, here and now; to so feel
To feel magnificent pleasure
To feel immeasurable pain
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