Moving Mountains


I can move a mountain, when the final hour is, your powerless..
no cheap thrills, these hills never bow or bend to the howling winds
talking wins with a hard defense, earthly possessions are new to claim
as fields grew with greens, mountains moved my way to a loosened cage
of barriers that are soon to break, while I had grown a little in astucity
literally lost everything, my cousin showed me the meadow of prosperity
I was in the middle of skillful telepathy, seems I was being undecided
underlying demons that creep in my seeking of -whys meaning underived
and uninspiring?.. ice and fire spins in my stone heart, enclosed spot
so dark, but I'm never close to death when I enhance my soul's spark
taught the untold arts, I'm shaping shifter, earth quakes and fissures
from forces beyond your imagination, feeling to me, faintly shivers..

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