before, not heard

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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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