We walked like lambs, blind to the wolves
that gathered at the mountain's shoulders;
trailed off, grew tired, turned silent;
climbed icy, black, boot-polished steps.
We clawed for certainty with frightened fingers.
You asked me where to go: I didn't know,
then something changed. The ground gave way,
and you moved on.
that gathered at the mountain's shoulders;
trailed off, grew tired, turned silent;
climbed icy, black, boot-polished steps.
We clawed for certainty with frightened fingers.
You asked me where to go: I didn't know,
then something changed. The ground gave way,
and you moved on.
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