Unknown Hills
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For Marsyas
The many nameless hills around the world
Remain unknown to almost everyone,
Remain unnamed when spiritually swirled
With haar and mist as if the sacred sun
Has never noticed them much less shone down
On them and not upon one picked out peak,
Picked out as by divinity with smile or frown,
The smile perhaps more threatening. Gods more bleak
In ravishing than other entities
Believe that only they have rights to fames
Unending, that their own identities
Deserve immortal lustered full gold frames.
They do not want a mountain or a hill
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