Mt. Denali

I have a name you’ve never heard.
Call me what you want.
I was before you.
I will be here when your dust
mingles with mine
in a tributary of time and
Use me
as a peace offering,
as a statement piece,
as an exhibition of genius,
but let’s be clear;

I belong to no man.

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