e Pyramid -- from Mound into Mountain
Popocotepetl pedastal shorn flames
Colder than Fire colder than Hell’s mouth
Of Heat made of Heat into arrow’s beams
If asked where I went to never Return
My voice answers full a gradient pressed
To squeeze between its edges its next breath
as peace takes to Force its worthiest Verse
Approaches with kindness and riches, Steps,
Adorns with each power a newness, wealth,
the gift of the ages as a palm to touch
though leaves may come and go, Life is a wreath
Leaf-like stone of the finest polished cube
that Doubles its height from its bases up.
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