Our Hollow Ascent

the villain of various perception
will never leave his throne.
to kill this ghost, king, manifest
is to water his elsewhere seed
and soon those who grew to agree will be
threatened by a newborn leaf.
oh, dark spot.
o'macula.
this plague of difference always grows.
the claw of triumph only rises at the price
of the fins now feast.
the broken helmet hides the lost
intentions:
an enemy cloud.
grey and proud from a lofty ridge.
each foot to push the inferior sand
aside. the sand to arm the wind.
the breeze to fuel the cumulous march.
the rain to rust the spears, the swords.
the mind to shape the fears, the words.
this lord. this change.
this irreverent, abominable force.
the unpredicted elegance.
understood but not forgiven.
for those who fall were once
the risen.
and all who fly at first must crawl.
so watch us climb
as this is
our hollow ascent.
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