Mountain Lights

We rest, but still worry how

To live in the mountain,

How to carve the walls thick enough

And climb up, inside-- stone-made steps.

We got here from following our mother's torches

Illuminating novellas.

Old tales, probably impossible,

Of industrial gods defeated

Yet the earth mourns-- still metal, after all.

But still-- don't destroy yourself, we plead;

Find the house and stop fighting.

Everyone is tired.

My fingers know repetition

From minutes of execution.

And I will make mistakes.

So I will not rush.

I just want to make parallels, callbacks, bookends, music;

Now with the lights out there is nothing to see.