The Mountain

The Fall

Sweat drips down my brow.

Fingers trembling, grip gives.

Falling from too high.

The Mountain

Older than our goals.

Apathetic to our cause.

Win or Lose — Our choice.

The Ascent

Arms swing wildly.

To fall is death, but not yet.

Fingertips dig deep.


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