The Ascent Continues

A raging cotton sea, 
A storm or a moment of war.
A photograph of battle.
In a still,,, framed moment of life.

You can see where the sword will fall,
Or where the wave will land.
And here it is in one image.
Forever held out in motion.

A cold and dreamy mountain over there.
Confronts you far off the horizon’s horizon.
Here comes the feeling of arrival. 
Approaching you. Far off and still. It’s coming.
Believe it is coming.

And then in a hole dipping down,
You are reminded that this isn’t the plain below.
This is the top of things.
And you imagine falling through the clouds.

Into the clear night.
The still, still clusters of light look like they are under water, 
Deep, deep down,
Sunk down to the floor,
Where you cannot dream of living.

While you nap above the clouds.

Here is a blanket of golden veins 
Separating two black eternities.

If you’ll ever relinquish your depth perception.
Just for a moment,
And the let the light exist up and down,
Dipping into forever...
Then you will look out the small window in your cold cabin,
And feel like the world’s tallest poet.