On the black hill where the prarie grasses and small trees converge into one impenetrable shadow, from which all that is of the earth unfolds forth, down through the valleys and secret hollows, that breathing titan of darkness, whose outline is just barely seen formed against the fallen sky, where purple teeth shine out from the deep caverns above. There, upon this midnight place of stilled dreaming, where starlight's radiance imprisons my slipping retreat, that waning fire of my paternal seat. The majestic virility of universalkingdoms held breathless against the timeless sea She sleeps in an aging dawn of becoming. Outlasting the swift brightness of Jupiters might. In his most silent chamber, in the most private corridor of his mind, he feels the foundation weaken, the breaker wall fallen cold, crumbling. As she swells, expands, engulfs the mountain no longer proud. helpless to a deeper cycle buried in the rising waves.