Atop the highest peak, amidst the clouds

the feeling replaces the mind that's known.

Rain begins to fall, like darkness it shrouds.

It blocks all thoughts, nothing's heard but a drone.

The white flag is raised, I delve further in

the recesses of the void call my mind 

I push the limits, faster, all my sin 

falls before me with the rain drops, they bind

my feet to the lush grass and flowers that

spring from the ground, answering the call of

the downpoor. It ceases. Fellings combat

the oppression of emptines. Above

the sin parts the clouds showering it's light 

I turn from its gazw and walk out of sight.