What if there were a hill with stones that hadn't moved for aeons, monoliths in a circle - anomaly enigma. A hill where you've been laying since something happened. Something you turned your head away from, refused to make eye contact with, glanced down during and kept on walking. Lying on the hill forever past sunset, inducing coma to protect open wounds and to heal - however long that takes.

What if there were a hill where after you did whatever it was you needed to do, you unfold like the fragile tissue paper wings of the cocooned moth emerging, rebirth as a full grown adult, wiser and this time, even more innocent. You rise from charred Phoenix ashes under the gluttonous clouds - the smothering mother rain - there to wash whatever it is away with a touch you can feel, with words you can hear, with moments that cannot be ignored. Weeping like a widow is how you begin this life again. Crying because you just discovered the purity of your very own everyhuman’s soul.

Purity contingent upon nothing.

What if there were a wind that blew over that whet well-used and newly appreciated body. And although you know this breeze, even, to be a construation of your imagination, you allow it to mean something this time. This time the wind has intention -awareness - more specifically, a fondness just for you. Like you have been Somebody Somewhere's favorite all this time.

And what if there were a shooting star and although it means nothing, this time you create a wish.

And what if there were a wish that was always already true. You open your tear swollen eyes and suddenly, finally, have the maturity to use them for seeing. At last, unblind and able to see the person you were waiting for forever past sunset, like the fog, hardly there, but already becoming clear. She is slanking against a stone like it was the champion's car. She is smiling like the cat who did it. She is smelling like the shameless sex of the stargazer lily. Wandering and wondering how the hell you got into her Lonely Garden. Lying and wondering how she found your Ignoring Hill.

Maybe there’s nothing wrong anymore. It’s been aeons since you even checked.

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