Motionless, a boredom hung.
. . . . .
A glamour of light, mottled with hot-red,
surges, like an incandescent basaltic lava.
Its stimulating beauty peaceably glimmers
midst a succession of crested elevations.
For at least a thousand miles,
an energetic world vanishes somewhere
beneath this billowing skyline.
Out from nowhere blurts the muse –
lifting me all ways, its energy and spirit
heaves like waves on a lively sea,
Into my hand they consciously come,
a vast expansion of words whose I's gesture
a compassionate wink within this mount
of privacy – I am soon carried away…
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