Looking out…

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I have lain here for millennia

watching ages pass.

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Great beasts once roamed my slopes.

I saw them take to the air.

Their leathery calls scarring the sky.

In a fiery eye-blink they were gone.

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Ice flows then kissed my rugged cheek

with cold, thin, sticky, lips

and time ushered in a new form of dominion.

Bi-pedal.

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But they too have all but gone now

transforming themselves into machines

which will devour everything

like the great beasts of old.

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But I will still endure, watching

ages pass, for millennia more…