an engineering rush (vii)
(iv)

feet firmly stuck in the brown
of the blue
you can imagine the red

the same circling but slower
cold iron on ice around
all around

and perhaps the distant horizon
the smaller horizon
the closer horizon

reveals the greatest rising
the volcano so tall
it rises beyond breathe

or the equivalent of breathe
whatever might once have held
where now even the remains are dead

but that rising horizon shadowmaker
is my life’s chosen impossible destination
for it is the journey my friend

the journey that is this life
always learning always growing always discovering
not reaching and then