The road was dark, <br />conditions treacherous, <br />heat and humidity, <br />white ragged rocks, <br />but he pressed on <br />to reach the very end, <br />the biology of cul-de-sac. <br />Between the firmament <br />of what they call La Lingua <br />and past the junction of <br />Uvula Strait, he paused. <br />And as the mount erupted <br />time was suspended. <br />It had been their wish.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-reason/
