Outperformance

Wading lonely across those crepuscular straits,
clambering up shores of slick burning shingles,
feet scoured by flattened dunes of bones and teeth,
eyes so worn and tired by the sight of a mournful
glare that they carve themselves out their holes, and
swim away their bloody pools into the parched soil
where they watch in sad torture how the Man at last
made his way to the brooding cliff at the farthest end
of aeons, smiling faintly at the hostility of a brumal sky
and leaps widely, and in the spectral blur of increasing
momentum, arms transmute into large wings, and legs
fuse together into a mighty swirl of a tail; flying high now,
nevermore hostage to any quagmire, unbound travelling
beyond the northern anchor in the nightly yonder,towards
that wellspring where heroes, poets, and Titans are born.