The peak that paints the lake
Is quick to break.
A height becomes a depth,
A life a death.
An Eiger sinks beneath
The eager cleat
As seeking shows us what
We sought is not.
To find a seeker’s pleasure
In self-erasure
The mountaineer must wish
Herself to mist.
—Amit Majmudar
Photo by thijser via Creative Commons.
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