Aloft, I am
Where eagle eyes conceal
canny wren’s song,
Where mile-high stratospheric views divulge
the unhewn dolmen’s mystery womb
spilling with crystal tower treasures
and monumental darkness cracks
oozing ethereal, glittering, disco ball centers.
I bear unabating, vapourized embraces,
for their fragile skins will release
tumbling gantlets of seething battle screams.
I shore it all up,
calculating, categorizing and collecting what I can
for just a fading glimpse of
craggy cromlechs ripe with pellucid riches.