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Ascent

Turpid temper’s pelting ink,
Long since beyond soothing scenes.
An aging tempest squall yet formed,
Angry rain on barren land.

Scree strewn hillside ‘s jagged lair
Traversing yet in pain of fire.
To the summit we yet flail.
Losing altitude each step higher.

Far beyond the reach of trees
Skinny air I yet gulp
When my feet are astride the top.
I feel heaven’s hum.

Patrick
6/22/2016

What it feels like when you are mountaineering.