An alabaster tower spears the sky,
its inner walls of mercury and sand,
and crawling up the outside like a fly,
the climber uses foot and brain and hand.

She lives within and studies out within,
and waits without awaiting any soul,
until the tower lifts and starts to spin,
and spirals up beyond effect’s control…

to spit the heaven’s bodies on its length,
amassing interstices in its bone
till shattered, crazed, and pushed beyond its strength,
it disassembles perfectly its stone,
and hanging on through arrowing and shock,
the climber dances clinging to the rock.