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14 Peaks
From the beginning
we shake hands with death
At first as a stranger
when caught in its net
And last as a friend
bearing gifts from beyond
A bridge for one crossing
past futures begone
While leaving behind
the measure of fate
Transcending tomorrow
we unlock its gate
What's last becomes first
closing open interred
a singular journey
-not shaken but stirred
(Watching 14 Peaks: December, 2021)
we shake hands with death
At first as a stranger
when caught in its net
And last as a friend
bearing gifts from beyond
A bridge for one crossing
past futures begone
While leaving behind
the measure of fate
Transcending tomorrow
we unlock its gate
What's last becomes first
closing open interred
a singular journey
-not shaken but stirred
(Watching 14 Peaks: December, 2021)
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14 Peaks
14 Peaks