….the testimony of the other climber
in the Jurassic Records....
Called well who climbs as a duet
with nineteen fingers up a spell
of particulars like razors in concrete.
It is a chess game and a logic tree
branching luxuriously in the brain
done as endless tasks and mindless pain.
It is a game of go, of place and area,
where the other side doesn't care
except to stand granite-still and stare.
But this is day. At night under ancient moons
the frozen face becomes a high white sea strewn
with glowing shadows hewn two-faced out of stone.
Of those monuments it is decreed: he will never speak,
and only find again as times gone by on another peak.
E. A. Costa 15 January, 2015 Granada, Nicaragua