Ascending AwareneSS

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Note left at the summit

I rode the shears of nannies
swept upwards uncoiling from dreams
Our herd clung by nails
hoofing away at cracked crevices
cornering upwards
careening away from the dream

icy stark ephemeral nothing gaped before the summit
and whisked away at apex
a whispy transfer
sheepness no more