The poet's moment
is the mountaineer's,
Who reaches the summit
and finds the air
haunted
by giddy mis-steps
Plummets, awake
into chilled
writing-chairs
at 3am, naked
Desperate to recall
the slip of icy stone
underfoot
and
that ghostly plunge
through space
earth
stone
blood
sinew
into legend
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