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Assault on Mt. Mitchell
I’m more than capable of navigation,
So I was there at the base——
Regarding a conifer carpet of black.
I pushed down the sign
And ravaged the accommodations.
My hands were plunged into the deep earth;
I crawled, like a wild animal,
Ascending and casting down
What debris,
Panting, vomiting: voracious.
I fell prostrate at the summit
And felt the wind pass above me.
The firs craned to see the achievement
Of a staggered stance.
I stepped over Elisha;
I ordered the flies to disperse,
And once I got to where I could
See you all, attending to
Your little dreams,
It was to no one in particular,
(Addressé au monde)
and with no locomotive consideration,
I hope you realize:
I’ll fuck you till you love me.