e Pyramid -- from Mound into Mountain

Popocotepetl pedastal shorn flames

Colder than Fire colder than Hells mouth

Of Heat made of Heat into arrows beams


If asked where I went to never Return

My voice answers full a gradient pressed

To squeeze between its edges its next breath

as peace takes to Force its worthiest Verse


Approaches with kindness and riches, Steps,

Adorns with each power a newness, wealth,

the gift of the ages as a palm to touch

though leaves may come and go, Life is a wreath


Leaf-like stone of the finest polished cube

that Doubles its height from its bases up.