Upon the windless mountaintop I slew
From the misty mountain's peak I threw
The vast array of brokenness in view
A tempting palisade of all that's true
If love is left as beaten, not renewed
That is the way that all my poems cue
An ending that begins the rendezvous
With angel of the wind I see in you
Strangely, understanding you has always been my ultimate goal, not the human race. You are far more complex than three millennia of chattering humans.
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