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Make your mark

I don’t hear your desire
Knocking down trees, kindling a fire
Don’t confuse my negative as thinking it’s dire
I simply aspire
The layers of anguish, that languish, burn and crash through
The mountain top is my next stop
You can’t imagine the flare
Scorching the sky forcing you to stare
In awe, quivering in the magnificent
Like a hound sniffing, caught on a scent
Digging and scraping, fingernails breaking
Blood and sweat pouring
Holding the tears to drown the fears
Ripping through to mark the world and for all to scream
He was here! Rahim

(found this – I think it was around 1990 or 91)

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