- Vol. 01
- Chapter 12
Summit StanceIce-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.