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.