o one here can show you where it is but I can point to a signOn the roof of the world without apparent designThe frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to riseThe air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to findUp on a mountain encased in solar raysBeyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion playsComing down a mountain, eons have a human ringThe conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human beingRatiocination is a practicable way to deriveAn attitude or altitude and probity by which to abideOr maybe a theophany of flaming creosote in disguiseThe air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefinedUp on a mountain encased in solar raysBeyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion playsComing down a mountain, eons have a human ringThe conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human beingHere glaring cold in the crystallinegeometry of night, obscuringform and tracing faceless fears ofsuprahuman immensity in apatch of sand or a raptor’s guilelessshivering intensity, I’m onlya visitor, an atom of atoms on a juttingred spattered synagogueof granite as it crouches literally inspace, a frozen amoral giantgazing heavenward foreverLet’s go where the raptor goes to the mountain in a cosmic glowWe’ll have a genuine terrestrial show on a mountain – on a mountainLet’s scan the horizon clean for any trace of human schemesAnd try to touch upon immortal themes – on a mountain – on a mountainUp on a mountain encased in solar raysBeyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion playsComing down a mountain, eons have a human ringThe conversation of impassive planets intercepted by a human being