Between the Sun and Summit

there is a valley a modest sequestered glen inaccessible, yet begs for a witness pastoral, overgrown with trees nourished by the corpse of a long-deceased god inhabiting deserts enamored by temporal majesty existing in an unraveling braid distance ebbs as we dissect and feel moments fleeting more rapidly than the earth outside uncertainty leaves us in the past revisiting tombs, retreading paths sorrow spreads it binds as you tremble fingers entwined, humans need to be lead I see this as a vane attempt to further self to drift among eternity eyes look to the space between where sun rejects the summit residual trails of intention observing echoes of thoughts not had look on twisting lattice living in stagnant timelessness pulling at imagined threads make contact with divine in pursuit of meaninglessness irretrievable fragmentation of soul contentment found through self hatred invaluable wisdom depreciates concussive glances incite accord buried beneath a life of iniquity a life of misery deconsecration