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Mount Rest
Peach caps molten against snowy embankments
threatening departure, erosion - upheaval.
Steam risen from the grasping frost
that dare not claw for fear of itself
and the tendencies it carries, despite
its presence a mere lacking of another.
Fried glass at the cliff's face that captures light,
though previously blind and set about in
hints of pearl white and terrestrial browns
that wield their own flagrant influence,
take pity to the cold and grant invitation
to ring its winds in cavernous forms
and sing like the wolves who howl at their feet
whenever the still is disturbed.
