I'm heading where the wild still roams the western moans of nevada, a home.
the crags and the cracks i'll eat for snacks
this place has seen many faces many climbers have died
a native a coyote a mountainlion a snake
scorpions spiders arachnid cake
i might get bit swollen and stung
attacked by a cougar vulture feast on my lung
but probably i'll just pull myself up
one toe hold and biting rocks with my mouth
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