On the Blue Treasure Plateau
Gazelles gather in thousands
Grass scarlet with birth
Geese feast on placentas
Dropping feces that nourish the newborns
Nomads stand in circles
Arms and legs rising like mist
"Above 20,000 feet
We don't sing or dance," they say
Their sunburned cheeks caked with dust
Angelic from all angles
"The only thing to do is breathe."
On the roof of the earth
Where the ocean once reigned
Death is not a crime, and joy
Is boiled down to a patch of sky
Soil, beast, snow on rocks
Winding paths under pilgrims' knees...
And the body's learning
How to live again
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