as the years breathe down my neck
i inch up the calloused rope
and i am not deep in the heights, i find
though my eyes are dizzy
though all my muscles cry foul
and i cannot see the end of the up
always to believe it is with the next breath
even when the breath blows away
and i am left with only distance
again to inch up the calloused rope
knowing that every dream demands it
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