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Sometimes I consider my pace

I’m reminded of a train gathering speed for the climb to the pass;

In whose shadow it already lies

A small metal dragon approaching the ever present ascending rise

To the Seventh Mountain

Reeling and snaking and leaping it seems

That it wants to come loose from it’s path cast in iron;

But you can’t slow down now

As the Earth has presented a new crest to reach

Without barely a rest from the last one

Can you wonder what lies beyond?

Though you’ve been there before

And forget about the effort and the strain;

Always ascending, each yard as a mile

To the never ending pull of the steepening grade that’s before you

It’s no matter. No distance. It’s the ride

A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream

And an oversized bridge for the trickle beneath;

You remember the torrent it turned to last Spring

From the snow melting fast

And the river it became in the summer

Perhaps it is ruin from a fire that has scorched it

So badly that nothing will grow without rain;

To wash away the blackened soil

Now useless until called upon again

In a future as distant and far away as the next range of mountains

Then take it as far as you see and beyond

With eyes you don’t use enough to gather up strength;

As Thoroughfare Gap

What awaits is whatever you see

When you get there of even before;

It’s no matter. No distance. It’s the ride

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