To stand amongst mountains,
and conquer their awe
where man has yet to take fully his hold.
And, beasts, their eyes brown,
and shoulders taller than a man
live through high winters.
There are slow movements in the trees,
green for their short time
in the altitude's truncated summers.
There is air that modern man does not know.
Still I would breathe it,
in those granite temples.
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