mountain pilgrim Thin rarefied air of pale azure Now darkens to reveal the cold distance Shimmering brightly above. The soft brilliant outline of the gallactic rim, The Backbone of the Night Reveals itself A distinct fabric against the darker night. The eye relaxes it's grip on the foreground And attempts to grasp the vastness of sky. This then is Night. Still and ablaze with infinite light. From this came I. To this I return. 020227 ... You Know What I Mean Mississippi Queen 080716 ... unhinged i never knew mountains until there were mountains between us 080716 what's it to you? who go blather from