Shaped out of force, and unkind nature.
\nThe habitation of man long gone.
\nGround rendered by reek and mire.
\nLand no one tills, no one to disturb
\nthe grazing sheep.<\/p>\n
They have no need to wonder,
\nwho or what created this beauty.
\nArtifice in the containment of the ground,
\nall attempts to impose order are lost,
\nyet add to the view.<\/p>\n
In the distance other hills,
\ntheir tops crowned
\nwith lesser glories of stone,
\nare forgotten.<\/p>\n
The wave that will never break,
\nstands testament to timelessness.
\nOnce, when young and foolish,
\n(as opposed to old and foolish,
\nas I stand here now,)
\nI climbed here.
\nHands sore, safe in the artifice
\nof my encumbrance,<\/p>\n
Dragging ropes and rocks.
\nA route too short deserve a name, but named.
\nTo reach the summit no glory,
\nyet not to not reach the summit unthinkable.<\/p>\n
But now as I walk the easy way up,
\nto the top I wonder why.
\nAt the time it all seemed
\nto have meaning.<\/p>\n
I live in hope it still does,
\nas for trivial things
\nwe still quit grave affairs.
\nAnd the wonders of becoming,<\/p>\n
the permeance of the memory,
\nthe sounds of the far
\ndistant laughter,
\nare ends in themselves.<\/p>\n
They remain important beyond words.
\nAt least to me.
\nI wish I believed in a god,
\nthen I\u2019d have someone to thank
\nfor all this beauty.<\/p>\n
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