Harder to breathe
near the summit, and harder
to remember
where you came from,
why you came
Winter's
harder, and harder to say
the word "I"
with a straight face,
and sleep--
who can sleep. Who has time
to prepare for the big day
when he will be required
to say goodbye to everyone, including
the aforementioned pronoun, relinquish
all earthly attachment
completely, and witness
the end of the world--
harder in other words
not to love it
not to love it so much
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I just want to say that this is a VERY beautiful poem.
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