The New King of Ephyra

He claws from mortal earth lost in daydreams,

The lights wax and wane fluid in their name,

Invisible decay misfortune teems,

To break destiny or play a life game?

Up and around again the rock returns,

A cycle to never make it to top

The next peak, the next glory he earns,

Occasion to thought, “It’s tempting to stop.”

They say pressure produces luminous,

Round Gaia packed neatly into the mound,

The next hill lighter, wisdom traitorous,

Sentenced for being, man be crowned.

Urge to harness the mist and wear the years

Long before long he runs free out of spheres.