C'mon out to the rattled caves the deep-sea malaise rested in the grey metamorphs of an ancient coastal chain
Where Sisyphean slips of tectonic rifts pull the molding clay like play-dough and old rock that turns anew churned into great catacomb stele Babylonian towers far away from the great Mesopotamic interstate
Surrounded by the immumerous trees the military sharpness of their pine quills writing their mark in the dirt for a hundred turns or so only to be rearranged into the great intercontinental soil Truly multisolipsistual
And on the aggregate held open the mists of the vast expanse of ocean beyond L.A and stole the fruits of the tiny parceled condominium rainwater from distance far away angry men shouting-- "Give us back our life blood, ******* YOU!"
Filling the tanks of their fleshomobiles running around and sweating it out trading it for cloth and wiping their brow on brown shirts perturbed and disobeyed
But that great man with the chin muscatche brought the rough riders out of their dome into the frontier, riding trains Off they go! Seeking paradise in the sands and the trees and the coastal breeze dreaming of a world owned and seen by the world by man and by all these things
It would be grand
But that rock has been seen before in Luarentian islands long ago or perhaps a great FUJI-SAN of the west coast worshiped by critters and dinosaurs You are late to the game, sweet dreamers, you! These monuments give to honor due not you, no sir did you build these things? did you mold these things with the patience of a father with the consequentiality of the womb and a motherly affection for all things true? the gift is for you, remember your father's gifts sweet princes of the earth because they will outlive you.
And I walk along the stream stepping upon these little bits of Yosemite Pulverized mountain rocks Renal Stones of the diseased to which the water flushed out deeply and cured the grey things from all that left them displeased hoping for more than just selfies and sticking it to god's face laughing at half-dome climbing it and getting the better of ourselves Believing we have achieved bliss
When in reality, there is nothing to this which we can reach.