Summit

Summit

I climb
The wind whips snow across the mountainside
It’s cold
With skin crystallizing as I ascend

With no rope to hold or life assurance
I find crags to place my frozen hands
In mind’s eye, and at all times
I hope to my afterlives you’re at the summit

Down below
Are creatures who watch
They climb, too
But they always fail

They do backflips
Off the spire
Among children whom
Others admire

Mobbing locations and
Leeching their essence
All for amusement
To gain no benefit

I see a circle of light
As I turn to look at the horizon
Ending before the mountain base
While I’m halfway up its side

I find more holds, climb in rhythm
Ignoring the wanderers below
Watching them wait and gather
At the edge of shadow’s cast

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