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.