Ancient rubble attacks my feet
From this grievous surface, no retreat
A violent sun with searing face
A bitter night with frost embraced
A Martian beauty, an idyllic space
The lunar detail and sense of place
I feel serene, I eschew my fear
Perhaps find Buddha residing near
I rearrange the dust, I carve my way
Past the town and man’s delay
I seek the source, the beginning - end
To perilous heights I shall ascend
The moon delights on every fissure
Seeking life, but not a slither
Creatures none, an ocean dry
Movie vistas to life deny
Starved of water, certain death
Storms of dust and mirage do bend
My fragile truth, my limited scope
A Deathly wasteland, devours all hope
I seek the moment, I want to say
I sought the chance, I shaped this clay
But in this cauldron, now I feel
But broken cog to fortune’s wheel
A garden of not, a mummified tomb
A lasting taste of mortal doom
Clouds evade, they shelter far
To escape this temple, this malevolent czar
The poignant question, my tumultuous stare
Man’s colossal ego, his incessant dare
To conquest time, to vanquish God
To worship legends in altars far
The dust returns with savage wind
The rocks perplex, the sun sinks in
Determined I follow, stubborn I seek,
Beyond the shroud, this obscure peak
Willing to risk, ravenous to know
All I can achieve, before I go