Climbing’s Music

Muscle, sinew, bone and soul;
the music that can keep me whole
pulses through from rock to heart.
The music of the climbing art.
Muscle, sinew, bone all strain;
this energy is what I gain.
The power that I am is here;
the rock and I, it’s all so clear.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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