every movement someone else calmly forced over and all else in hiding when she came down crowded mountain speaking twisted and thunderous tongues she cored our hearts with her nails and she laughed how could we ever be crushed are these altitudes so pressureless across her face and wintery breath a mystery born as is, up there end product of some lost spirit's struggle glimpsed for a day among millions afraid to be friends finally remembered anonymous like breath in winter air goes spreads out to nothing goes of course there will be breathing we always fill then something exits these moments come and go in blinks so no one knows and no one sees if in our hearts we are really nothing only moving too fast to be sure like an uncertain climber knows tremendous duress in the mist and the rocks and dead foliage swirled eyes going up to see only her then she's memory, the only return random echoes in spiralled-out place ascending the rocks alongside the hordes those dreamless pushers with sour look of entitlement bearing uncrushable burdens of ice, reflections invisibly crowning each peak like diamonds shine brilliant and heartless with each wobbly finger in each freezing crack these stones sharpened vicious and still-- unbreakable footprints matched to our own, we slip when we try to fit in.
