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The mountaineer

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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