Ascension
He scaled Ascension mountain,
stood lost upon
a monument of stone.
Stared out across the
bare Death Valley sweep,
eyes hooded, all alone.
Beneath an eagle beat
throughout cauldron haze,
majestic wings.
Blurred and shimmered,
ruling like an airborne
king of kings.
He stood over him,
down looking until
his long shadow was stole.
On the eagle spine,
swooping low,
ferried his living soul.
With him took
all of his dreams
into the desert sky.
With him took
all of his mind
raised his spirit high.
With him took
his life and times,
turbulently spun.
On the eagle spine
ferried his soul
into the heart of the sun.
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