The Mountain

From the mountain he falls

inch by inch he clawed his way up

the summit

had never been within touch

He mops his sweaty brow

dusts himself down

try it again?

I must be a clown

But try he does

grappling the rocks

he heads up again

There is no time

no clocks

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