• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Summit Stance

Ice-capped, his thoughts pierce the peak
of eyes that forge an ageless landscape.

Limestone flecks reveal his teeth –
a jawline in a rock-face.

Cloaked, his shoulders shelter mountains,
their blood-red plains of boar and bison.

Legs of stone and burrowed lichen,
his feet have rooted, his toes have hardened.