Wilderness.

 Half past seven here in the evening,

Could be past eight. I wouldn’t know.

Sedentary under a crescent moon, 

Following from above my bus.

Through vast wilderness as we move

I reach closer listening to the mountains words.

The fading life to the facing light perishing

Faster in the window than I could grasp.

So I ground my anxious feet and place my heart around the battle.

I still have several nights to waste; 

Before I deliver the message to the bears.

I’m a passenger stuck between these haunting miles,

When I had time. I wasted raiding honeybees.

But I still have several nights to rest, before I convey the message to the bears.

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