Sharp and rugged mountains
Pry the glory
From tender panorama

The towering reign
Of rustic kings
Fluctuates for all time
Spanning far, high and wide

I steam in fantasy
Of an hour of ceaseless climbing
Examining the callous miles I scale
In full and primal splendor
As I savagely sift, claim and ascend

The warm falling beads
Of the low and calm fields
Are lost far below
These whirling white zeniths

I’ll falter atop the crown
Of frost bitten behemoths
Mute and stoic
Naked and untamed

Alone
I’ll drink in, the wild’s cruel whim
Braced for it all
In vague and shallow understanding