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.