Actually the shining mountain of snow is

Capped on our luminous heads

Like wonder birds carrying stormy oceans on

Their vast wings of fire ~ the spectacle spreads~

Tiny ants bearing the astral ciboriums on

Their hardened backs of ambers gleaming~

The waterfronts receding sonorously into

Seamless wonder-spaces of ether, extending~

The ageless flame beckons our air tongues

To taste tamely sweet eternity~

Omnivorously all the magic cosmoses, are

Gulped down in a last ferocious gluttony.

We have removed the grandiose caps~

Our heads now rise gently feel

The tantalizing flutter of sentient ecstasy,

The absolute vastness of Infinite Nothingness.