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argued with the mountain
argued until the leaves changed
argued until the snow fell
argued until the spring showers
argued until the lanterns went out

all the skies were aching
sour and purple
watched a mountain
stare down another
maybe asked
where did it go

argued until
the wood went
argued until
the trees caved
argued until
there wasn’t a thing to balance
argued until
the stars were thrown and spun

a mountain threw
its back out
in a desert valley
it laid crushed and sprawled
across the floor
the mountain’s brother
said
the hits keep on coming

argued until
the trumpet player lost breath
argued until
the last spirals spiraled
argued until
the water dried
argued until
eyes began to shut