the climb
Breaking hot stones
With fingers frozen by love’s
Icy cold hate
I will body to obey
And rise higher
On this wall of sick sad dreams
That I pull down
Piece by chunk as I climb up
To reach the top.
Long as I don’t move too slow
You wait and watch
This soul’s vertical ascent
That makes no sense;
For every rock I pass
Gets thrown, torn down
At your kingly golden feet:
An empty crown
Surrounding and enclosing,
Now an empty
Hole I climbed into to fall.
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