The dry squabble, hollow air and the most fantastic
opportunity to create without withheld feelings
breaths wax beyond a crescent at these thoughts
Towers of ebony obsidian built with the staff of the gods
resurrected from the idea of one who holds knowing
closer than what is owned
Momentous changes upon broadening horizon
stalling upon the last rays of the sinking sun
snowballing into brilliance
The gusts lift and bombard the up and coming
while the peak mellows and its road glosses
so far from the days it was sought
The arrival brings with it a greeting
and a bow that exalts the witness, surely
elements of expanse are in store
And yesterdays journey is todays admiration
the general of all that exists
casts a passionate smile upon the Earth
