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.