Extrusions on Planetary Spheres

The hill to mount beauty inviting a climb where snow is covering volcanic slopes with gravity gracefully syruping flow from upward where I should go Tectonic surges compiled urges to be and not to be beyond questions of pain or blister barren hills and high desert will not a drop of water in hell or communists do tell Anything about summits that free with trails covered in vines and forests waterfalls and broken trees deadfall delays and pointless concerns to see atop is downhill, another side thinner air and something with pride Proprietary rights dashed by communal plans as organisms take over what is left of man the vertex is a corner for temporal mourners who’ve assembled from a burbled deficit financed base to become Zarathustras of no other place.