10-01-2017, 05:43 PM
![[Image: KeplerMountainsNZ.jpg]](http://wordbiscuit.com/im19/KeplerMountainsNZ.jpg)
< under the mountain >
here in your underground
you've filled with gold
your metalwork
your paradox
yet you have lost
here in your underground
with your fine touch
your paradox
of strength and yet finesse
the minute movements of your hand
precise with avarice and love
the contradiction of your strength
precisely setting precious stone
with patience and finesse
with your fine touch
but then you must possess
your gold
yet you have lost
in that small moment
looking back
the gold
the yellow glow of it
unlike the iron of your sword
enough
it filled your eyes
your heart
it cannot hold
it cannot smile
it just reflects
your sword that stands without a hand
your finial without a roof
your room
now empty of your voice
your heart
lies brutish
rough
and fierce with dark
and mad with gold
below these mountains
as their mist rolls quiet
into the lakes
you make your own
here in your underground
your gold
yet you have lost
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* Photo: Kepler Mountains, Fiordland National Park
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

