everest
on the peak i see but snow
and feel the cold but for my hood it is lessened
on the peak i don't look down but out
it is the sun i see most, and the moon invisible for now
to climb is to feel breath grow week, clouds swell of danger
bounce a ball and it will fall; grow a tree it will be tall
but on everest there are no trees; of quiet there grow dreams
i see hillary, and he smiles, and his sherpa laughs
all and towards left and right the sun has seized the day
and everest my patron gift has taken me away
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