On Mountaintops

On mountaintops not many things are seen

Black rock, blue sky

And what exists between

Space

Too vast

And too terrifying to face

Silence

Immense

And awake

Air

Cold

And thin

Ground

Where earth ends

And I begin

On mountaintops not many things are seen

Black rock, blue sky

And what exists between

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