Light Land Looming
Land in limitless light
Looms level with heaven,
Rewards us with reason--
Sprawling and safe.
A mountain emerges,
Spoiling serenity.,
Pointed lines draw our spellbound
Eyes uphill
To a cold place where
The wind blows without logic,
Up and down the peak
In excessive screams.
We do not resist,
But are lifted willingly
Toward the summit--
And our nightmares
Hypnotized, we grasp the
Needing automatically,
Perceiving the peril
As our own.
c. 2009 Triada Samaras (revised 2025)
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