vincent stanley atkins



I CLIMBED TO THE TOP


i climbed to the top
of the mountain
and
set down my things,
then
sat down and
folded my legs.

i was covered with
strange, tiny insects,
some brown, some
green, some
dead--
but i ignored them
and proceeded to
close my eyes,
with my hands positioned
in the universe...

after a while
i opened my eyes:
the mountain was there,
the sky a bit darker,
and my fingers were
freezing--
almost too numb to
write down these words.






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