You are away and apart
On the high, lonesome ridge you built—
Like a lone climber bivouaced
In the blue ice and snow
Halfway up the mountain.
Beneath gathering black clouds,
Sinister fog banks and night lumber in,
Choking off the light
And the only way out.
There is no going up and no going down today—
Just you in your hole,
Listening to Satan and Jiminy Cricket
Debate from each of your shoulders
In the muffled still of the snow cave.
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