the hills are alive with indifference,
the hills are alive with indifference,
a trembling, high-voltage
who-gives-a-hoot: I am so glad I
feel it so strong: they are not
after me, the hills, nor is anyone:
and I am not responsible to raise
them high or treed or consoled:
mountains could bother them: but I
don't care: mountains don't bother
them, though, because mountains,
too, are indifferent, only bigger:
no imperatives are delivered from
the peaks--except, of course, it's
hard to get up them and not much
easier to get down: but I don't
have to follow lofty urgings
ignoring which could bring pain:
except, perhaps--"don't stand below
high boulders on a deforested slope
in pouring rain": I mean, one does
have to mind the constitutions and
configurations of things: pay no
mind and you may have none to pay:
hills, if not totally indifferent
(and of course, they are) communicate
by abrupt concretions, not words:
I would rather be communicated with
with words, especially since hills
don't have any, and their concretions
are roughish
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guccipiggy
Last modified
2005-03-17 09:04 PM
