Below the sheath of crepescule,
the caving walls of darkness fell;
3 dmensional pen in cube;
the shaded face of pale 4 walls.
The Summit Queen, the watcher-girl,
the observer of the red-line-trail,
of plasma streams and pulsar-tail,
through stellar intermedium to Earth's pale shell.
Within the walls, the window produced-
a wide-black eye with glitter view,
a universe, the answer to-
all the ponderings of Summits' muse.
But alas as it seemed, to the Summit-Queen
The watcher-girl of silver sheen,
T'was naught but 4 walls, a 3-D cube,
of human-shell and darknened room,
and shade of wonders to dream through,
when you're simply alone in your head.