Mounting Olympus A holy demure had risen from the thoughtless exposure that crumbled under her heels each crux up Olympus; And I, forever faithful, belaying her ascent, unfounded, delaying my own, grounded as her head breached the clouds, A fairytale if not for the landslide burying me under stone proof of her unfathomable scale out of my rope-burned hands that only God can measure.
Respect!
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