a man
a sun
beating beating beting burning
the surface of stone every
single cliff every ounce of
breathing air every browning
blade of grass
far below
scorched
a man climb a mountain the
sweat of his forehead his
burning palms his wild eyes
every sinue like viola strings
gasping fire
the third time
the last time
and the sun blots out
every purpose every
thought every last
bit of pride and vanity
even the memory of his
own name
and what it meant
climbing towards
hope
death
redemtion
and every moment
and every movement
and every burning
perception
thirst
sweat
pain
and there is no more time
and there is no more man
and there is no more
and it is all white and
it begins
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