Scribbles of words melt into thoughts, flowing into moments.
My mind races with the beat of a tribal drum.
I pause for meaning and can find no words.
I contemplate the vastness concealed within my numbered days
too few to count on. I look on to tantamount reasons.
I pause just to breathe, then push forth my thoughts
to grasp a cliff-hanger's dream.
From summit to peak, I'm bursting forth with each step onward.
My heart beats in tune to words infused
Gripping me with a desperation to scratch out a path in pen
Forward, I'm bound to make it far above the abyss below.
The darkness concealed, awashed in the break of day.
Birthed in wonder, the ways emerge.
It's clear that this climb propels me forward to the peak of origin's tune.
Revelations above alight far beyond an eagle's landing.
And upon this ladder, I rise.
Rhythms of meaning beating in words,
I reach to ascend the rock above.
With a warriors cry, I lift my hands to sky.
To see each word, each thought encompassed in glory.
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