Bear my image, huge and radiant,
marching ‘midst the cloud and stone
of the ramparts of the world;
sweeping your iridescent cowl
past the beige and slate hued cairns
of lesser conquerors
Cast my portrait on that distant peak,
and please, if you will,
embellish a little;
surely the lofty, haughty heights,
weary of such drab, hunching specks,
long for something bolder
Trace my shadow on that craggy face,
smoky wisps from a smoldering pipe,
framing impassivity;
looming, fading, pleading,
pretending for a moment
I am as real as rock.
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