Runes

Runes
The new world brings no news
So I set out to the desert to trace myself back through the sands of time
I chose a straight line path up the tallest dune
Starred at the jagged split mountain
Ever upward only kings 
It rang to me
To dwell on the infinite with a mortal mind
To try to feel the rain from behind the glass
These ancient cryptic runes

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