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.