On Mountaintops
On mountaintops not many things are seen
Black rock, blue sky
And what exists between
Space
Too vast
And too terrifying to face
Silence
Immense
And awake
Air
Cold
And thin
Ground
Where earth ends
And I begin
On mountaintops not many things are seen
Black rock, blue sky
And what exists between
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