(Dedicated To Corpses, The Beginning Of Ascent)
They are dreaming…
In the gardens of Everest, their skulls are hatching sleeping worlds,
Corpses lined in white mare tides…
In pearlescent gardens frozen fingers farmed,
A catamaran of cadavers voyage,
Peering, piercing my fluorescent boots.
At mountains foot; I, driven by the same pyre of Titan’s progeny as permafrost ghosts of yore,
Where earth dwells eternal in limbotic gloom,
And no recompense rewarding corpses ravishing……
…. that never die!
Frost nightingales, closed breath, hands crossed on chests,
Cadaveric beatific, musical marching Everest troops
“When all the doors are barricaded,
I still have my mountain to climb.
Behold! I am at the summit!
This is my fate, to set backfires to Gods!
Beware, Sagarmatha, beware!”
Alas, I see now, they are all rather in tatters.
I continue my ascent towards the top temporally transposed.
A treachery for Man and fowl,
To the hoary bitten hell in lonesome choosing,
In airs of complacency,
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Ooo! Gods, do you envy me?!
Like Moses, He precedes me,
Through mountain glass transfixed in shatters,
I am a rock in the wind,
I am a tear in the eye,
I am a warm lie.
Embracing my bones; arid and withered,
Lips caress kiss glazier crystal.
I’m travailing cumuli under savage sky,
The snow veil asphyxiating me…
Fate turned to ruthless ragged raged,
Mountain side with feral fangs.
Assured, confidant, raise me with rope entwined,
Pledged fealty to your opal peaks skyward.
Everest, God’s temple of Dune!
The face of fear!
This insane passion for freedom!
Treachery viligancy to trick dreams morosely.
Rope hold the line!
Axe splines supine!
Skaoi divine, I implore,
With frosted hands conjoined,
Bare me to heights whither to unknown,
Upon your brawny bow!
We could not absolve our sin,
Nor forgive them.
The world long past,
A grey remittent toy,
Housed in forlorn haunts rejoined.
All eyes upon my pitiless axe!
The axe that rends animas from dresses!
Tears spirits from suites!
Abrogates spirits from abyss’s!
I am piercing peaks,
I am slashing summits,
I am murdering the mountain!
The stone exsanguinates…and so do I.
Pater meus, I will not surrender this ascent,
I have tasted the peaks plasmal lust!
Ascension/descension in ecliptic prance dance,
The stars kaleidoscope in nauseous conjunction above.
Delirious risen hiked heights,
Devout surge scale surmount,
Conquering crests crescendo.
Broken mirror, beloved shards painted blue,
Ourea in ice arouse,I am traversing you!
Mother Himalayan Chomolungma,
I am prostrate in ruined depletion dire,
With no more words to wail,
Hymns to howl,
Or Logos to lament.
Dormant worlds below melt in deviled mists,
But in brumal promethean flairs,
I’m become the monster of the mountain!
The pathfinder eternal lost,
A ghost amongst the elevations,