Laurence Overmire - Pinnacles lyrics

Only a couple of rungs from the top He fell Down into the chasm of his Truest self The giddiness of the heights Cooly reflected in the stillness of his Finally present mind Able to reject the folly of false illusion Rivers breaching dams Rocks pouring out of mountains Trees taking shape with new limbs Rich with the fruit of Wisdom Feet planted at last In heavenly stench of saturate Earth.