The other day, I climbed a mountain,

Its peak stretched out to heaven,

The snow, gracing it with soft beauty,

The clouds kissing it with light despair,

Our paths crossed and it acknowledged me,

A tiny ant that spoke in tongue,

I watched it ache with such deception,

That it knew and actually knew what

The heavens grew to higher depths,

The mountain watched but did not care,

The clouds moved on to touch another,

As the snow merely faded,

To a lighter shade of black,

My toes grew warm and I saw it…

My heart pumping the devil's blood,

I turned and sighed in ever-waiting,

As the mountain stared ahead.

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