The Bluestone Review 2025

Poetry

In the Mountains of Me Barry Pyne

I went to the mountains To survey the wide world, To assay this strange place Into which I was hurled. But of time and of space Manifold loops did converge, And a startling new picture Front of me did emerge: Instead of me viewing Some far distant realm, I was plunging to depth, No one at the helm. The scope had turned round And peered deep inside. At every fiber of my being. There was nowhere to hide!

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