All the while through my ascent,
my fingers short but grasp tight,
may prove to be just sufficient.
for this slimy cliff of endless height.
To me this venture is no adventure.
'Ordinary' or ' just for the day'.
'Nor is no voluntary torture.'
Neighbors and some wise men say.
My feet narrate a different tale.
The surface though not truly nice,
with resting creeks so very frail,
their bravery may just suffice.
The rope that dangles from the top
though seemed at first very robust,
helps not in pulling up or even drop.
But says to me, I hold it must.
This climb of reason, as I guise,
puts me in for some better chance,
for greater depths and better highs,
And for lifelong celebration dance.
The chance of triumph is very bleak,
though haven’t let the hope break,
with no intents to ever tweak,
but muster courage for a fight to make.
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