The Nirwana Cave

I am a wanderer, I hike the world around me, and all per pedes, they did suggest a mountainbike, some even said a big Mercedes. One day I had just left a ridge, and saw the valley far below, a copse of shrubs made up a bridge reminding me of Manchukuo. 'Twas slippery on the Iliac Crest, an Inny sat there, beautiful, perhaps a very tiny nest to suit a biomolecule. Innominates, they called this range, formidable in its size, to me this region still was strange each stop revealed a new surprise. Mons Pubis said the sign in pink, or was it Fuchsia, can't recall it seemed I had now reached the brink of the volcano, one could fall, as soft conditions now prevailed a bit of moisture on the ground, but what a sight, all treasures paled it was Nirwana I had found. A cave, well hidden though from view was open and I stooped to see, and there I stood, without a clue of what this treasure meant to me. And, as you read this card, my friend I've settled here, as a recluse. To stay in peace until the end it's something I would always choose.