The mountain calls out
For shapes in the sky
A breeze takes you
Away from the mist
Your nights are full and bleak
You’re all wrapped up in sheets
Hair raised eyes closed
Swallowed spit upturned
Widowed birds uncurled
All your life you climbed
For this
Maybe you made a bluff
On a winner
And folded
Thinking you’ve lost.
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