and impervious.
He had bloodied himself
countless times
in mad
rushes up its quietly murderous
slopes.
On every occasion
he had ended up
dazed and shredded
at its indifferent foot,
a spent, dejected knot
of confused, helpless
bewilderment.
The dried remains of his
tiny assaults had begun to
reveal tantalizing hints
about its true dimensions,
but he no longer had the
ability to rouse himself
for another Banzai charge;
it was easier just to make camp
and play dark music in the
waning light, opening
weary scars
once again.
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