Into the mountains of madness go I
With a fixed and determined eye
Climbing forebears down the sky
With every intention of going awry

“Lose oneself to find oneself,”
was told to me by Oblivion’s eye.
“Go south past the walls were no one dwells.
Past the breaks and the Phrygian swells
Where the pole rises to meet the sky.”

“And look that poor woman in her eye
Where her tears’ flows follow the horizon’s line
and the seasonal sun never leaves the sky
Go have a date with mother to watch the ice die.

With trembling hands I break myself
To pluck the mote from her goddess’ eye
What words can forgive this hoisted thief
When I helped drown her out past the reef.
I should go mad from the height of my crimes.