******* POETRY ***
Having arranged an overturn, the thin aire of the stratosphere, our dreams meet their tumultuous past; It's all behind us now. Mentally you are above it all. I may be slightly ahead, but you are the true leader. The plan's turn like a path's switchback, with a view of the past, and then present again.
Time-and-again the old plans overturned; It's again the haunting past.
We re-calculate. The lines ultimately cross, whatever dimension we choose.
Time itself will meet our ends. High-altitude emotions for high achievers.
Then, sky above, with water falling upon our cavernous dreams. A cave in a mountainside shelters our passions. We've come to this place, yet different again.
A cave in a mountainside shelters our passions. The frigid air our only comfort, departs with finality.
Green of moss stifles a rugged rock face of despair. Not despair. Do not stop along the path as long as the heart of the mountain beats, as long as the sun warms the eons, as long as the Earth is bathed in light, and the luxury of life clings with the moss, safely enclosed in the mountain's heart.
Enter the mountain's heart, our arranged meeting with the water’s tumbling wear-with-all.
You shall not fall where we shall meet. Waters tumble, mountains fall not, even with the past on the wind, raising the clouds in laughter.- JL 1-07-2025
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