farce.

a path appeared before me

light shined right through

mountains painted black

at the summit

a baby goat

slept on the edge

reminded me of my youth

once past it

saw the clouds were fake

and

scaffolds held the mountains tall

looked back at the

baby goat

grown old

grown blind

its body dispersed

before me

and the world

turned to ash

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