Once again I'm at the bottom of a high peak, cold,
steep and hostile, I want to reach the top, the joy of
completing a difficult job, starting again the painful
climb through impossible terrain, perspiring from the
heat and hating it
Falling over the sharp stones of strange terms, getting
tangled in the poison ivy of ugly lines without metre,
timbre and rhyme, trying to understand and relay an
alienating text about policies and strategies, politicians
making promises in strange terminology
I sacrifice for the desire to reach the top, however bad
the way, the thirst as soothing water of understanding
isn't reached, I must cross this dark terrain to reach the
feeling of accomplishment, see the enchanting view
from above - though I hate the suffering
I LOVE the end result- the feeling of exultation upon
completion of this work, the lovely view from above,
there is no other way to get high enough when we
passionately love the dizzying heights of
accomplishment…
28 JANUARY 2013
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