Lithography

Spot Height 867m 

You’re not quite at 

the top of the world, but you,

in your reverse nitrogen narcosis,

surrounded by blue air

instead of ocean, ascend regardless.

It draws across your senses

in a crisp, cold legato bliss, 

zapping life into your joints, 

pouring ice down a soul

boiled and formless like cabbage. 

Contour Line 300m 

You can’t believe it didn’t last

for longer. Of course, the memories

are still there; you could pull on the

string that extends halfway

across your mountain, climb back

up, only to free-fall onto this lonely

cement road that keeps looping onto

itself; once, twice, but never the real thing.