I remake myself in the mysterious alchemy of me
like the rain
from the bottom up
into an enormous tower
that will never fall
that will stretch above the shadows of mountains
cold and distant
from frosty peaks that men conquer.
My stairway mind goes around and around
and nobody ever reaches the top
of my tower.
It can only be climbed with wisdom
built on the bones of failed poets and peasants
Broken rocks, from my karate CHOP!
It’s harder than compressed granite
they can’t stop.
Nobody hears them
because they’re rocks.
The man who built this monolith, is me
a lifetime of poison
a transformed chemical
Only I see
and the universe,