alone in the hills
where he can see the town
turn and tears clean the oil
from his chin
he's trying to find
himself again
in his boots' laces
and pocket scraps
but maybe
he's always been further
than he'd like to be
like the copper backed
river falling too fast
for the sea
phaedrus said
isn't it amazing
how the sun can light up
both sides of the mountain
even when it rains
pirsig's eyes throw pennies
into the river
and he misses everything
but the river laughs
and it heals and
it changes beautifully
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