
When James Stewart pursued the ascent
Only to witness
the fall
And to wrestle with his demons
Did he suspect it would usher him to cognizance
And madness?
I climbed a thousand feet to nestle within the clouds
And saw the wreckage of fire on
the firewatcher
Rattled
I firmly held the rail.
Whence is the ascendancy?
Am I Jacob
bested?
1 comment:
That ladder looks a little non-Euclidean. Bridge to nowhere?
Think of MC Escher climbing endlessly going nowhere save for a dizzying abstraction that detaches experience to the point of observation. Think of the clouds; do they wait for us?
BTW: I liked it. Liked the questions. Liked the opus numbers too--you’re prolific!
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