And I dreamt

Today, just after a prolonged dream
Of Macchu Picchu heights, I swum across Amazon
In search of blue Peruvian skies, dry stone walls
The flora and fauna, mystery of Inca
Propelled the arms.
Polar, akin to the flock of birds above
Pushed upstream, while the silent veins froze
The raging upthrust whipped on
The bosom, impassioned and untamed
Lofty cliffs deemed formless, sight grew dim
With the wrath of the fading light
Coarse pleasure of youth turned gray
The icicle that never melts on my window shades
Unwearied in that frozen ecstasy
The solitary, yet locomotive venture
Seemed motionless,
Swallowed in quietness and beauty.

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