You are my brother Mount Olympus, where Jupiter and Mercury lay prostrate in diaphanous robes, dining upon Diana’s’ choice game, and who upon your peak the gods themselves did clothe thee in splendor and crown you as fairest of terra firma. Where the ocean of celestial lanterns meets clouds impregnated with raindrops, dancing in carnival ring fashion around the precipice of Gaia’s stony fingers. It is there that I made my bed, eternal abode and tranquil haven to hide me from the albatrosses of my own depraved mind.
You are my brother Mount Everest, mighty emperor of colossal kin. Your sturdy head reaches to celestial gates, where Milton’s starry hosts clothed in holy armor adorned with glory that evoked even the envy of Vulcans’ hammer, waged cataclysmic warfare against malevolent apostates. Abode to deities and pilgrims alike, your icy hair crowned with the stars themselves, runs smoothly down your rocky spine. Upon your shoulders do not father sky and mother earth exchange sweet kisses and loving embraces.
You are my brother Mount Sinai, where God almighty did justly carve his holy edict into your side, and from your feet did not the tectonic plates open their mouths to receive those fickle blasphemers into their eternal inferno. Who in your sedimentary bosom doth lay the body of Moses, who with dying breaths did gaze upon that promised land, the veins of which forever flow with heifers milk and house the sweet labyrinths of royal honey bee’s catacombs.
Tis nothing else so full of awe From which the glory of God doth shine, And unto God do I give laud, Who made my brothers, sweet kin of mine. - The Albatross
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ReplyDeleteYou are my brother Mount Olympus, where Jupiter and Mercury lay prostrate in diaphanous robes, dining upon Diana’s’ choice game, and who upon your peak the gods themselves did clothe thee in splendor and crown you as fairest of terra firma. Where the ocean of celestial lanterns meets clouds impregnated with raindrops, dancing in carnival ring fashion around the precipice of Gaia’s stony fingers. It is there that I made my bed, eternal abode and tranquil haven to hide me from the albatrosses of my own depraved mind.
ReplyDeleteYou are my brother Mount Everest, mighty emperor of colossal kin. Your sturdy head reaches to celestial gates, where Milton’s starry hosts clothed in holy armor adorned with glory that evoked even the envy of Vulcans’ hammer, waged cataclysmic warfare against malevolent apostates. Abode to deities and pilgrims alike, your icy hair crowned with the stars themselves, runs smoothly down your rocky spine. Upon your shoulders do not father sky and mother earth exchange sweet kisses and loving embraces.
You are my brother Mount Sinai, where God almighty did justly carve his holy edict into your side, and from your feet did not the tectonic plates open their mouths to receive those fickle blasphemers into their eternal inferno. Who in your sedimentary bosom doth lay the body of Moses, who with dying breaths did gaze upon that promised land, the veins of which forever flow with heifers milk and house the sweet labyrinths of royal honey bee’s catacombs.
Tis nothing else so full of awe
From which the glory of God doth shine,
And unto God do I give laud,
Who made my brothers, sweet kin of mine.
- The Albatross