From the Mouth of the Mountains

From the Mouth of the Mountains

I’m in a constant state of exhaustion

And all I can hear is this idyllic, yet still arcane, voice longing ever so deeply for a feeling I have no words for.

A euphonious voice from an earthly mouth speaks from a place beyond diverging roads.

It campaigns within me, recruiting first, my eyes

So I can no longer be duped by avarice

Then my mouth,

So I cannot define love or attest to its definition

And then my ears,

So I do not foment allegations against humans I have not tried to understand

Until it reaches my heart

To prove that blood is vain without its turbine.

Cell by cell, my body turns, accepting this curious voice

My disinterested brain submits, finally

But it’s not the last to adhere

It is up to my feet to recognize this august voice as righteous and follow it as it descants to rid my body of learned toxins.

A voice so eloquent and a voice so grand

Can be none but from the mouth of the mountains.

Photographer: Max Rive

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