Only Mountains: A Poem by Benn

This world is to damn noisey!
This world is to damn nosey!
The game you forgot was a game

But I know of places
Druid places
Where you can remember

Places that stand above us
Looking down
Sometimes chuckling
Sometimes crying
But always watching, waiting and calling

In mountains you will see again
In mountains you will remember
What is a game, and what isn't

There are
Ancient music and ancient languages
Echoing in canyons and cirques
That make Mecca, New York, and Marakesh
Seem brutish and backwards

In mountains
Aspens sing with a thousand tremblings
Elk call like vendors, selling what cannot be sold
And rivers, shining, calling, purifying
The true metropolis
The bosom of my ancestors
The last sanctuary
Of sound, color, and endless sky

My prayer?

"Fill me up!
Tear me down!
Shake me out!
Until only the mountains remain

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