Giants of the Earth, in ancient air,
Watch silently as earthly rumbles deep,
And as the world below drifts off to sleep,
A ghostly peak, refreshed beyond the glare.
Beauty in the vast, unparalleled,
Iridescent on one side of two,
Overcoat, to cast off; overdue,
Tremble underneath where others dwelled.
Tyrants roam, to crumble at their feet,
Crushed, reanimated in the well.
Deepest floors promote above the swell,
To join their brothers in a higher seat.
Born of the inferno, ash to earth,
Rises up to split the world apart,
Illicit in the breaching of His art;
Eventually accepted in His mirth.
Spherical, in rupture; oh the scars!
Forces, darkened, unable to tame,
Ironically those which born of flame,
Inexorably die among the stars.
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© 2011 by Simon Austin
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