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Soft on the mountainside

Crawl up

Touch toes to ice cling tight the smell

Of air around stings with hot chocolate snowflake

In circles

Of the pathway carved behind

Below ropes



Into the sky we fall from atop with a flag

Waving at breezes

From the sun in purple skies it gets colder

And crunches underfoot

The second line where snow sticks

To nose

Eyelashed unleash avalanche



Toothpicks scatter likely the trees

See it coming into darkness wedged

Between the ice is animal with

Steaming sweat

Guts on fire lungs bursting

With each step

Sweet victory falls behind



Into crevices the suns rays find our centers and warm

Lunches far into the white night

When we huddle into the wind

Howling love into the darkness

The wolves

Are the moon

And I can't feel my feet