I stood briefly once, on the peak
And could see out into a small stretch of infinity
The wind blew through me, it seemed
And nothing above but the bright empty sky
The air moved through me and I could not breathe
And the world was all around me
But I was hardly there—
Just a speck on the landscape—I descended
Back to the plains, to the small stretch of forever
And was a part of it all again
But kept the memory of
The majesty to which I belong

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