I Worship Here

My hands ride slow and easy up the wall,
This marble wall that pulls me to the sky.
With naked chest I feel it sailing tall,
And I can barely see the bright blue sky.
I worship here this glory man has done;
I give my soul unto its driving force.
My body meets the triumphs man has won
And merges with this perfect joyous course.
Great arete that raised the earth so straight,
Which gave it meaning so a-light with mind,
Strikes fire in me of dreams that cannot wait,
Till ego-worship roars up in me blind.
A-top the tower the rising visions call
And pull me right on up along the wall.

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