The man on the hill,
must hold forth, sagacious, and speak,
see me to my slumber,
and watch me rise again,
cajole me into action and not just existence.

Please.

Let me know when you find him,
meanwhile the mind must play.

Could it be, that I will find him,
closer than I imagined,
his abode,
and the seeding ground of these words,
the same.