Elizabeth Jacobson Mountains Hidden in Mountains

Always my right side tugging me on,

my right eye weeping,

the furious liver, shouting.

Always a rising,

a mountain inside a mountain.

Always an uproar

above the mountain.

The full moon

pulling everything through.

Always the vacancy.

I promised to be naked,

to walk on my knees up the mountain

and if the mountain doubts me,

I promise to take more off.

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