PEAK
I
Go
Far
In my
Break
To best
What lay
Unbeaten.
She scorns
Me, her stark
Face, glacial
Hand, freezing
Head. But I stick
My axe in the ribs
Of a man who sought
Before to overtake
The top, and I spot her.
I stabilize and touch
The summit, and grin mad.
While I laugh, I glance
Down, and see my field
Of colored jackets,
Hats, and crampons.
They face down in
Red patches. She
Howls in a gust
Of wind, rises
Past my eyes,
And I slump
Down, down.
In this, I
Can see
On. She
Grew
Now
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