as  we cross the  mountain,  we can walk 
 only  at  night. long  ago, someone here 
 must've angered  the sun,  and  today it 
 still burns  us strangely. but with  the 
 sunset the  air  comes raining back down 
 and gets  thick  enough  to  breathe. it 
 carries  with it  smells from far  away, 
 colourful sparks for  the imagination, a 
 sharp  contrast  for the stale  black of 
 the night.                               
                                          
 the  others  think i'm young, they don't 
 take  me   seriously  and  i  fear  they 
 snicker  a  bit.  you  usually  get  old 
 before you  learn  the  trade enough  to 
 take other  people.  but i do  lead them 
 safely     forward,     every     night. 
                                          
 however,  currently  there  seems to  be 
 something going  on ahead. those  around 
 the  corner   have  stopped,   shouting, 
 pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 my greatest treasure, the                
 book of stars,  is   a   combined   map, 
 calendar  and timepiece  as long as  you 
 know what  year  it  is. every page is a 
 grid  of  nine starfields,  hand  drawn, 
 below which are written  coordinates  in 
 both space  and  time. a  lot  of it  is 
 applicable  on earth,  but not  all.  it 
 hints  of  other  places  -  some  stars 
 reordered,  some   names  i  have  never 
 heard.    sometimes   the   dates    are 
 impossible.                              
                                          
 those pages are exactly what  i scramble 
 for right now. i've  stopped  breathing. 
 i  sling  open  the book of stars  a bit 
 too quick, spilling all my notes  on the 
 ground. one lands  on my  foot, it  is a 
 drawing of a  muscle cow,  but  i  could 
 care less right now.                     
                                          
 for it seems  like there's a new moon in 
 the sky.