Parallels of Lassitude Sky is earth’s striped verandah and in the glasshouse mountains rise up like camels humping the horizon across hemispheres and hinterlands Ancients wander from a secure facility names pinned to their backs icy winds warmed at altitude by a tropical waft of bougainvillea birds thin-air swoon In a rain forest crevasse a total hybrid white-out  glaciers leave their junk behind wanting to traverse the diptych they’ll get it coming down I can see it all from my chair imagination contours the topography the mountains stare each other down no need to summit stuck in my own temperate…