Icy Mountain

The great icy mountain from whose summit
I look down on others smaller than ants
is the hulk of my insignificance,
most paradoxical inward matter

by indolence and insolence I made 
my way up here where the air is so thin
that it hardly supports fire of my life,
as if I could know what my life might be

up here in the cold, I flatter myself
that I am bold climber, special someone,
I adorn myself in spurious robes 
of splendor, hide from the shame of my pride

ah, to fall, to incline lower, lower
than that, ground myself, found now with others