Reaching the goal.
I long to reach the summit
of the ever growing mountain.
Dignity be damned
it’s a point of private honour.
To shout that I have made it
to echo through the peaks
to see the dusk melt o’er the snow
and sit beneath its feet.
Among the clouds of climes austere
I know not what to do,
but wonder what my God and I
can share upon the air.
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