Mountaintops

I have climbed this mountain so long,

I can no longer see the ground.

The skies seem to far,

and yet I can imagine

my fingertips in the clouds.

There's snow on the top,

I can feel the chill

And nearly taste

snowflakes on my tongue.

There are monsters

in the caves,

they growl

and claw for my flesh.

Every step

the mountaintop grows further.

Every moment

ticks by at its slowest.

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