Glocca Morra Terrible Mountaineering
terror arrives and i look down again. there will be
nothing left to show for you and me. and i can say it
now, time waits not well. and if i kill it now, i can
never go back home. but i can't stay another year. when i
get home, i take my shoes in photographs. look back the
day without the craning of my neck. i burn the coming of
the leverage of a brand new stock. i like the damage, i
can do it better if i try. take it take it before we get
ahead of ourselves. i forget my name, i forget my name, i
forget where i came from.
