the climber’s heart offering

“But if it had to perish twice,” Robert Frost

base camp
and mere bodies
camaraderie
eternal youth
of reach
life & death
will kiss the face

hard to hold
your granite cold
finger ledge
your crystalline
thoughts
your subterranean
face – rising

eight legged
exoskeleton drift
across
fear-of-falling
finger-legs
reach and hold
your chipped face

smear
the expansive sky
rising above
valley below
the bird’s eye view
set upon
a knife’s edge

cracked hearts
covered in chalk
and tape
bleeding boxes
sacrificed
on the stone-face
monolith

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