Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Digging through the trash,
Perhaps a gem I'll find.
Or the mangling of not only
A chicken bone by some rats,
But preconceived notions.
I lack the bridge
That covers the gap that
I keep on crashing into.
My rope has broke, cannot
Climb out of the inhumanity
That snares me like a
Ripped pair of nylons
Worn through thorn bushes.

Help. I struggle.

September 22, 2005

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