like riding down an ice cube in your skivvies with your ass hanging out
there’s cool breeze blowing somewhere
a tear colored lake nestled among black mountains
a collation of snow pack black crags rising over an icy mist
rocky road through mountainous passes
a sky colored pool at the end of a tar colored rock slide
sky colored waters at the feet sheer black cliffs and a rainbor arching over all
looking through the reflections of clouds to see the smooth stones at the bottom of a pool
