I pass people in the hall
who sit and stand and talk
In flux with grades, friends, life,
they move like people when
they do such things. I, I sit
at the end of the hall, quiet watch,
I am lost in the throngs, the walls,
I am the move of them
and everything fades
until only the mountain remains,
quiet, it sweeps away
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