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.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
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.
Partially inspired by Ray Bradbury's chapter on relish in Dandelion Wine.
~Fatus-Roma III~
(élan - note the middle French origin & meaning; also, crepuscular and impetuous)
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