There is majesty in the artistry
of each mountain molded mightily
that skyward scrapes at dull delight
by euphoric complexity alight.
Surely obscured are the mechanics
of this world too incomprehensible;
is not the joy of words a mystery greater
than in lines unintelligable?
Certainly the levers bend
not palpable their engineering
For if bliss be by clarity sent
What mystic joy is then worth revering?
Are there no angelic faces
branded on the intricacy
of purely mortal places
that are great divinity encasing?
Infinity must draw the truth-
boundless makes the bounded less
yet does not from true light digress-
vastness does the hungry heart sooth.
But shall the infinite abyss
weep for an enormous loneliness,
then shant the heavens open wide
and let the vacant space in glide?
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