before, not heard
the mountain didn’t ask
why we climbed
it just
kept rising
until we did
wind
held rain close
until air thinned
exhale before
breath
something
pressing in
no
breath
not yet
mountain
heard rocks
before we saw
fingers
losing
touch aching
past where bone ends
sunlight rips
the horizon in two
focus slipping
nothing moves
wait
a breath
the rocks said
not long before
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