escapeA Poem by RuseInexits quite steep leading to the base of the summit panting and intermittent chanting of effused exclamations guttural phrases periodically break the pristine silence dust leaps up and swirls sudden alive it swarms angrily enshrouds me, disturbed by my agitations meeting my nostrils with a smell like talcum set loose from the white scree, its corpse granite flakes, dead grey with black eyes opaque stare back with stark indifference like the speckles of a killdeer's eggshell yet only crushed igneous rock, the inexorable grind of eons' matter lays like vast billows of granular salt, beneath my struggling feet, rattling below my pumping legs whose muscles' strained, ached to overcome gravity at near 12,000 feet bathed in perspiration worked up to the brightest blue of sky i'd ever seen something drew me up not the sky whose infinity can never be breached by mortal me not the mountain whose immensity no flesh can contain only the need to go the need to climb away from the ordinary elevation of level sea where zero means ocean where salted water stings parched lips where creatures of the deep though marvelous past credibility alas, can only, after inexhaustible scrutiny, be found inevitably boring and annoying to the apex of futility, once their cellular structures are plumbed their habitat habits learned and known, who can swim bare naked in ocean waters meant for fish? who can live in depths of black and blue in frigid cold of water's depths to play ? the climb represents escape, escape from the level to the height the height translates entrance to the unknown the edge of space attained by pain a gain to the threshold of the silence beyond where the thin air triggers and creates a light headedness without the use of drugs where the body's biochemical reactions produce a sort of nirvana, escape from the drudgery of fellow man and his violence escape from the deceit and monotony of life in the city, escape from one's self © 2017 RuseInex |
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Added on February 9, 2017 Last Updated on February 9, 2017 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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