I climb to feed the rat
           A gnawing unsatiable parasite
I climb not to die
            But to live
The knife-edge ridge beckons
             Could cut me to ribbons
The vertical ice shines - come forth
              Into my womb
One foot after another
              Endless
My lungs heave
               My body yearns
I see visions
                But are they real?
The white citadel calls
                 Come- and see God
Like a snake
                  In a Gadda Da Vida
Come to me
                  And die in my arms