Mount Ever Rest

Death is the door to forever never
Always open beckoning reckoning 
That is the door I do not want to pass
That’s the door through which I can wait to pass

Mount Ever Rest whose summit sums me up
As something nothing in eternity
That needs no laddered steps to climb
Whose ascent reciprocates no descent

What a measure of melody I am
Instrument of air that is playing me
Snatches of which I keep leaving behind
Smattering tatters that hold hints of me

For I am already reminiscence
Second coming of the burst that went first