He scales the knees of the primordial goat,Whose horns are twisted like the roots of space;Above the clouds where silent spirits float,To find the wisdom of the stony face.The beast is fish-tailed in the lower tide,But mountain-climber in the upper air;In this duality the truths reside,Of persistence born from the long despair.The alchemist achieves the frozen peak,Where oxygen is made of holy fire;The summit that the desperate ever seek,The termination of the last desire.One quarter of the hundred-sonnet climb,Is etched upon the monuments of time.
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