High like boats
I’m floating.
Sailing in the breeze
After, burning trees
I’m floating.

The smoke of the 
iron steam boat
Drifts up
chokes up, coughs up

clouds slip by up there
the sky hangs just as if it
were gossamer dreams.

I’m at the top of the highest mountain.

I’m at the top of the mountain.

Top of the mountain,

top of the mountain.

the mountain.

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