Thne Ascent

The Ascent. I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time had blown away the sand and exposed millions of skeletons and the memory of man from whence his brain was the size of a peanut. It is bigger now, filled with images of pornography and war. I came to an oasis, but its water was full of coagulated blood, but I must drink it or explode into atoms at dawn. Stronger I walked on, crushing ancient rib cages gleaming in moonlight. A vast iceberg blocked my way it sparkled as a diamond, decorated with religious promises of salvation, but I had to climb up and over it if I wanted to know what was on its other side; emptiness or the final axiom? Since I’m human, and have no choice, I reluctantly began my ascent. My hands were cold and my heart fearful.