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[bodytext] => THE CLARITY OF ALTITUDE Like a cluster of mushrooms at the Base of some shady tree, So seemed the village in the valley To the hermit in the mountain. A peaceful growth of fragile life that from Its ornate eves & thick shutters would Spawn & swell & grow too large in its world One day to collapse under itself, its own Weight, its own success, as many a village, Town, city, state, nation or empire has Crumbled before in the long memory of the Ancient man, living silently in his mountain Thoughts watching the still village below. In the valley in the twilight of day, resting Heavy from its labour in industry. Where men & women with families shut out the World & as the great protectors nurture their Children in attention by open fires, divined By the ancient one who sees the smoke from Their stacks rise & twirl like their dreams. He heard in the evening still, the chopping Of wood, the axe bark, for another fire In another toadstool dwelling, Where he imagined young women stoking the Fires for the future & he listened to the Young men in the tavern boisterous in their Dreams & consuming their labour in music for the Fires of the belly, as the one who chopped The trees, the one who burnt the wood, Or the parents with their children By the fireside, That could be divined through the chimney Where the smoke like dreams, Twirled away to the cold, blue, starless nite. So was the way of all life, thought the Old man as he pondered his own existence & Prepared the evening meal of his long silence & solitude. Once more to eat upon himself & Feed on his desires until in the pearl & pink Dawn returns the rest in activity & necessity, As the mind craves to create its place & purpose & peace. He sat by his stove & dreamed; Wondered As the smoke twirled out of his chimney Like dreams from reality. Watched in the cold starless nite & divined By the ancient divinity that seeded the trees To swirl in smoke & twirl in infinity. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Incognito_Bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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