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.
