Reversal

The mt in my head surpasses you
I said
becomes at the base
more nearly incalculable with
bush
more divisive with suckers and roots
and at the peak
far less visible
plumed and misty
opening from unfinal rock to air:
arrogance arrogance
the mt said
the wind in your days
accounts for this arrogance

Structure

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