have you given up or are you just giving it time?
I have given neither, I take.
breaths, steps, the air is different here, but it is the same.
all connected and flowing from the bottom to the top of this sometime mountain.
you cannot know where you've never been.
I know I've never been close.
Knowing is seeing, knowledge is power.
you are blind and weak in the face of mountains you've not climbed and hands you've not held.
cracks in cups and burnt bacon in a stained steel pan.
a mirrored jelly bean in a mirrored metropolis,
a foreign tongue in a familiar mouth,
i will build you a fire if you'll stand close enough to smell it.
I'm samson, blind but not weak,
I have not seen you but I've felt your winds across these mountain passes.
I'll clean your stained steel pan and turn your cracks to doors.
