Tempting Fate
My hands aren't right.
The cold penetrates them
So they're dull and numb.
Bones for fingers,
I rock back and forth,
Hands in my crotch.
It's never been this bad before.
Simon is grinning.
His axe hacks into the wall
Which spatters ice chips in my face;
He starts off,
Athletic and fearless,
Scaling the imdomitable.
I look up.
The steep wall rises
Like a monolith
Of fluted snow and ice;
Siula Grande splits the perfect azure sky.
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