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.