mountains

My skeleton almost shed me, ghosts of climbers dead have been fed on my cold thoughts and await a new member. Climbing this rock I have survived on the moons embers, gravity abandoned fellow climbers to darkness thinned by their wild imaginings about the painless status of ghosts and pitiless indifference of our host.Closer to earthly skies than I am to my heart nature the equalizer interrupted a prayer and deprived me of dreams. I reached the summit and waited for God to drop a ladder for me to start my ascent to Heaven,so I could steal ideas from the supreme architect. He left me shipwrecked, I left my fingerprints to migrate hoping God would create a cosmic version of myself so in the future I can create mountains like this and navigate in ecstatic bliss my own gift to the earth.