Winter sunset
And the summit of time
Burned on
The pinnacles of
mountaintops,
The pinnacle of sky
My soul
Crowned
In the whiteness of night
Blazed alpine inclines
A thousand transcendental
palisades
Atop the visible Nevadas,
My mind knowing only up
The thrusting edge
Of an avalanche of ascent
Overturning the horizon
In a blizzard of stars,
My vision clouded in platinum drifts
Burying the trails of
earth in a whiteout, staggering
Back to where I had stood
When only moments before
Mountains had been just
mountains.
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