By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey startsnTwo men incensed by one man's journey from the pastnIn Iceland, where the mountain stood with pridenThey set off with their guidenTo reach the mountain sidenRoped as one for safety through the long descentnInto the crater of volcanic rock they wentnLook up from our telescopic lair,nOne star for us to share,nWe continue on our prayer.nCrystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,nForming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.