Others stand atop, and glow in the cascade of dark yellow
and mixes of fruit and berry
But the sun will set; it's as regular as clockwork
And the people at the top will be lost again
Marking time, until it rises
Their lives shallow and unfulfilled
I turn around, at the base of the mount
And walk into my house
And turn on the light
And laugh and dance,
Drunken in soberness
-Cameron White
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