Distant Volgorod

Sweetened mountain air of distant Volgorod,
never too far from the warmth of quiet
recollection - oft occasioned as I  
sit in gladdened throes of  
wistful contemplation,  
the stark grandeur  
of its spires climbing high the great expanse  
of a watchful firmament, great piercing eye,
the sclera but a patchwork, floating islands,
inverted eye, as we gaze following, those eyried
towers - carriers of sight to meet the mystery of  
endless skies.  
 
That anywhere soar outstretched, the measure of the  
surest sight - yet nowhere beneath, than distant  
Volgorod, topples distance most of all from  
Earth, where angels themselves could swear,
there ingress to the heavens ascends,
where skies fly on as anywhere,
 
But no nearer reached than there,  
in distant Volgorod.