There’s another way to look
At it. The air does not envelop Mt. Everest. Mt. Everest Includes the air. Its paths develop, The paths of sky and earth. And The stories and the visions, they’re For far below, for every man With a paperback on the thoroughfare. The dreams receive from the neurons, its The neurons whose lights flash across Nodes, and then the wind whips The snow up to scrape and emboss, Up from the lower flanks of the mountain, Where the peach and cerise laundry flaps. Wind and mountain, mountain and wind, Never-ceasing turmoil, thunderclaps, Echoes and blessings, churning earth And raging mudslides, all of them speak, These are the elemental giants Drinking from the icy creek.
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