holy mountain

plagued by humanoids of all forms, moving mountains

of people, mountain yeti people

ascending from the deepest

the darkest Africas of prehistory, the origin

to where James Watson relapses 16%

skidiving down his own unfortunately worded system of intelligence

breathing thin air up on the cold peak where,

beyond the slippery slopes to eugenics, pseudoscience

and cryptozoology

an advanced lifeform will bear to progress

the torch to light

where no olympicon has tread,

a brilliant beam, where white pack snowcap stands luminous

for pilgrims, a beacon

where shining snow and holy inspiration

are close to both earth and sky,

where signal strength was weak, but now

the highest transmitting station’s tuned in

for mobile operations,

and where only twice Rod Barber said, You won’t believe

where I’m calling from


mankind evolves to bear technology

the crown of all creation in ascent

by opposable rule of thumb, and mobile phones

follow right on to wherever people had went

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