Deconstructing Perspective

Pristine,
sharp and heady,
the air from his
mountaintop,
reset his parameters
by removing them.

His vista
was complete,
and stretched
to forever.
Everything he could see
melded together
into a cohesive
living unity,
the sense of commonality
electrifying the thin mountain air.

Memories sang
and screamed,
bludgeoned and caressed,
whimpered and rejoiced:
phantoms,
chimeras,
all denizens of these lower
darker levels.

Failing light,
dampness, noise,
and an overwhelming sense of
alone:
abject exhaustion:
the dark call
of sleep.

Pristine,
sharp and heady,
the air from his
mountaintop,
reset his parameters
by removing them.