Cliff Notes

The mountains of the mind
are not high,
peaks that raise no taller
than the spike of a moment,

and yet,

to climb them can be treacherous,
thoughts can be avalanches.

Better to just watch,
those bluffs, buttes, and cliffs
as if on an oscilloscope,
let them pass you by
as meaningless blips.

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