….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
