I wake and feel the Earth upon my head
With Atlas limbs; I still can\'t hope to bear.
Strength seeped, my saviour is a crevice thread,
Behold! The Chasm; kneel! Gravity\'s dare
And yet the Blue, inert despite her reap.
The calm, sweet tunes so rest me on a cloud
Or caress my soul to a soudless sleep...
I dream of dusk and hope to shout aloud:
\"O lo, the Sun, he gives the sight of truth -
This pain is not the end of you.\" I gasp,
And grasp, I draw, fulfilled breaths for my youth.
The sheets that shroud me dampen the vile rasp
That comes in vain, O bless! Hawk ascension
I go beyond divine intervention.