I took the cart, then the gallop
then the rope,
my bare hands
breaking, healing, firming, that grip of mine
I climbed, I climbed on
As I reach some solace, the stage where I camp,
the grimmer greater summit stares down on me, glares at me, mocks me, challenges me
the resolve to climb, the call to climb
as I prod, I look at greener below,
the road I took is now a snake,
the river I crossed is now a snake,
the desire line I took is also serpentine..
ants crawling along in my hamlet,
ants lining up in my school,
ants running around in my father’s fields,
I ask myself,
for the answer that I seek
What is the question!
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