Something bitter, some unexpected thought,
Some collapsing glacier wall, some discovery Of excited gamma waves, some slip On El Capitan, recovery At the end of a rope, don’t be afraid, Cling to the wall itself, cling To molecules, cling to night Or wind or to an echoing, The Brooks River roars in Katmai Park, The sunlight soaks closed eyelids, The passage through wind-softened rocks Contains the murmur of katydids.
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