I've been thinking a lot about how inseparable a title is from the work itself. So I've been having my fun with titles, and this came out: a one-word poem with a sillily long title.

It was fun to write.

A word, breathed, in slight, wavering ecstasy, torn between the sight of the mountain and the colossus idea of the mountain—a word insufficient, not even really a word, but pointing to the attempted reaching of the brain outside its skull, yielding a drop of everything.

Woah.