Mountain summits are hallowed
singular places of soul alchemy,
places for calm repose and rest
past the winding laborious climb.
There, on mountain summit heights
one may earn a gift, an elysian tap,
a coup d’œil, a stroke of divine eye
that enlivens and purifies of dust
and rust both mind and even soul
or when unique moments come
akin to these lonely craggy crowns
and offer sudden summaries of all,
laid out to be grasped—and if not,
life stays sunk in the errors of its fog.
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