Oh, you blustery giant.
You behemoth of constant, churning wonder.
You domineering brute!
Your frosty tips enchant.
Your energy moves.
Your life inspires.
You are the lightning rod of culture – and frivolity of mortal time.
Treading carefully betwixt your beautiful eruptions.
Like the orgiastic gathering of underlings that pull man down;
The heathens of the world of whom you have cleansed,
And scrubbed till only their scales are left behind.
Staring into you throws back many faces.
Mirth bellows from within.
I swim in your depths every day,
following my figurative horizon…
you know me.
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