Your grappling hook
Latched to my rope
I harness the hope of hereafter
I greet it with laughter
We snicker at the doom below,
A tomb you’ll never know,
As the womb of our quiddity
The viscidity of release,
The nucleus of your fantasy
Is what my mind seduces
I’ll never fall,
I’ll never traduce this
And we will know the peak
The proximate pinnacle,
The victory,
The conquered squall
The tallest wall,
We will know defeat