One tree-trunk of a man
Barreling from rocky peak to stone-cut bed,
Expounding all the while one impetuous, permanent thought:

I RELISH life,?As if it were a fabulous gem
Only now unearthed,
Encrusted in
Promethean mud,
And scintillating under
The proudest beam the sun has ever blown!

All rivers run liquid,
All sky is crystal,
Each tree a pulsating tower of verve!

I, too, am destined crepuscular
-To be born in this early dawn of creation-
-To live again as the sun makes its final plunge-

To walk with élan every moment
While I persist in this perpetually unlevel scale
'Tis the only way of treading
Worthy of this odyssey's audacity.