Mount Kikineis

Look, the abyss, the downward sky, the sea! Bird-mountain, shot with thunder, furls below feathers and wings, in curve beyond rainbow, snow-sails and mast, immobile, vast, free; and cloudlike over spacious limbo, covers wide azure - oh, island-hemisphere in flight, darkens a half-world with its own sad night. Look, on its forehead ribbon flames and hovers! Lightning! But stop here. At our feet, abysses, ravines, thresholds we must at gallop span. I leap; stand ready with whip and spur; stare past rock escarpment where I vanish. This is your sign: If white panache gleams, I am there; if not, there is no path beyond for man.