#29

Marty McFly Ascends K-2 at Age Forty-Five

We're not gonna make it to the top of the mountain.
Though, signs will show our deep effort.
In my ears there is a furious sound, and

I feel the blood ascending up as a fountain.
It's shooting up and spreading sickly to fester.
We're not gonna make it to the top of the mountain.

Javier says we are Jesus with his crown then
impales on an edge with no made successor.
In my ears there is a furious sound, and

his warmth is calling. I refuse to cluster 'round him,
my sanity snow slipping. Here I am lesser.
We're not gonna make it to the top of the mountain.

But, the trying is all I promised, to her proud grin.
She thought, a bustling laugh, that I was a jester.
In my ears there is a furious sound, and

I spread majestic to the rest of the men, their shepherd
leads them dead on speeding. We'll make this crest for
in my ears there is a furious sound, and
we're not gonna make it to the top of the mountain.