Holy Mountain

Ever since I was little
I’ve had this recurring dream
of being in a tidal wave.
I would see this great wave
towering in the distance,
thousands of feet high.
And I knew my time
was running out,
so I would flee,
try to hide,
try to fight it,
but I would always become
and sometimes I would even die
in my dream.
But this time it was different.
This time I went straight for the mountain
at the top of the town,
ignoring the chaos around me,
pushing forward
until I got there.
And when the wave hit
it never reached me
and it never will again.

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