From ice covered talus slopes
Somewhere above
Ledges of shaggy goat
And the rifle report
Of crashing big horns
We lose our path
Beneath slick white sheets
Two unnoticed ants
Scurrying across the
Indifferent and impossibly
Enormous granite teeth
Of some frozen monster
Now forgotten in time
This is everything
This thin air
The next forced step
Through burning lung
The bite of axe
Holding our elevation
Like life intended
When sabre-tooth still prowled
There are no second chances
No accepted apologies
We must find a way
Over the divide
Knowing miracles
Are where you look
We find the tracks
Of another prehistoric beast
The namesake
Of this climb
And basin beyond
Follow me they whisper
I know no trails
But I always make it
And we do too
Carried by faith
In our invisible guide
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