BACK

As broad as 
you can make it, this expansion
when you stand, this back
is your mountain range, old
in its attitude, new again
with each generation
of struggle to carry
its skin full of trees,
its hair tangled in sunsets,
the long curve of its profile 
lifting an entire night sky
full of stars
and dreams.

—Steve Rasnic Tem

Steve Rasnic Tem Website

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