On the other hand who doesn’t love
The shock of a world-altering flash
The steep light that abrogates gravitation
Such a height from which to fall
Such a wind to tear a sail
Such a vast expanse as to stretch the eye
In short the sublime
The above above the above
Unbearable achievement and hideous ruin
For we will not cross beyond
On tank treads of weight and measure
Through the reservation of provision
But only through fiction attractive and supreme
The alchemy of shit into silver
Cursed be the one who harms another to get his jollies
To hell with those unimaginative
Who wish to conquer the physics of mountain
Only to be rescued by helicopter
Tin toy and brassy money
Conquer yourself and explore the regions of hell
Praise the image of all-consuming fire
That purges matter to find incorruptible soul