Red wine on a mountaintop
Communion with the Dao
We sit , per4ched on a ledge
Legs dangling in the abyss
Celebrating our climb
Onto this sacred mount
Our lone voices, six of us
Echo into a bottomless valley
Distant lights reflected
In a slowly growing mist
Silent lightning flashes
reminding us of our places
A libation to the gods
spilled out on polished stones
Suddenly silent, suddenly awed
One by one, we stand, leave
Dizzy from our joyous communion
Dizzy again from our height
Stumbling into sheets and blankets
denied to early pilgrims
Our dreams and our reality
Lose their distinction on Tai Shan.
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