The Gradient

A metamorphic hurdle sits,
in my mind's eye,
as steep and wide
as in reality.
Such fearsome rise shifts heaving banks,
in my mind's eye,
as breathless as in reality.
Views apparent spread opposed,
in my mind's eye,
as full and portent
as in reality.
And eye can see the mass mapped,
in my mind,
as volcanic
as in reality.