Once on mountains,
Spoken from afar the words of immortals from peak to peak,
Temples high each crowning sterling cloud,
7 swept in gales beyond the sky,
Now you too must walk as I do,
Self unfound beneath the Elysian spring,
Mountains, too, laid low,
Lost in dusty tides,
Shifting dunes now the highest peaks,
Shiny things, azure mist between the rising sands,
Kings and queens, lost and forgotten scraping rusty cans,
When mortal mountains ground to foamy shores,
Drink deep to self and deed.
