Summit (pt 2)

Bones to

Icicles,   I

Cannot draw
breath

A thousand shards of glass
Mangle frozen flesh,           I

Cannot see
Ground.

Above the
Clouds,    I
Have lost my limbs

They fall away
          Cleaved from a glacier
Until I see my soul
In startling clarity.

Some scream at
this peak of achievement, and
I hear their languished echoes, their

First thoughts of
non-existence.

Coincide with my
last.