When you have spun around the surface of a chilly alpine lake, When you have taken in the vista of today's crust thrust up through yesterday's oceans, When you have frozen your strongest muscles wading in this lake, When you have worn out the soles of your favorite hiking shoes Scaling this mountain, When you have named the favorite names of each of the gods of wind as they humble you in your place, By blowing in your face, and snowing in your wine, Maybe then you will have scaled Lambdoma 6, Maybe then you will seen your place in the valley from on high.