The Mountain is Alive

Journey beyond rationality;

beyond the fog veil and grey cliffs

to a cave at the peak of the world.

Walk with clammy hands upon its rotting walls

feel the wet cries of generations past,

and thrum in time with the steady heartbeat

of the slumbering beast.

Beneath the looming dark and stagnant stone

lies the rhythm of creation;

a hollow ticking clock with sleeping teeth,

and prickling feathers ready to unleash

nature's fury.

Beware: the mountain is alive;

every rumble, shift, and sigh is life

knocking down the roots of temporary oblivion.