I was on the mountain in my dream of deathnThe snow plummed off the cornice up aheadnLike the feather I found out on the beachnWhen I was a little kidnnI have decided to stay with the rocksnWith the bears, among them, like one of themnOut on the alpine tundranBuried in a moon white avalanchenThese limbs are given literallynJust to see my own face staring back at menOh, brutalitynOh, how I've stepped on backs to climb a broken laddernFrom which the view was crowded with emptinessnnOh, wilderness, as I climb this rock's facenClouds rest below like white plates,nIf I fall I will surely dienAnd my empty shell will remainnOut with the bees and thingsnnFloating from the earth like a silver plumenThis shattered body lies at the cliffs basenOr sloshing through the stomach of a less hungry bearnThe earth turns bodies back into green treesnnWe all live for so many thingsnAnd yet we all die for nothing