I climb the mountain
This time without my bike
To rest on the soft yellow back
Of the dragon
No one will find me here

I can look up in the clouds and dream
This time I will find myself flying like a hawk,
With vision that penetrates the earth to her molten core.

To see into things is a quality of survival.

When I am found by those I have tried to lose,
And they say I am loved and never forgotten,
I will remember the hawk gliding in the sky
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