the highest mountain
is in the mind
there is no peak taller
no finer edge to traverse
to a summit that readily
will raise itself
as you attain it
like looking for the devil
as you go you will find
the devil looks like you
because he is the one
you want
they tell tales of phantom ships
seen on the horizon or
bearing down out of night
peak devil or transport
all fade if you discard them
or any idea of their virtues
nightmares robbed of sympathy
become murmurs
murmuring turns
to a soft hum
your own voice
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HB
2015 December
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