How far to grapple,
Shaking
hands
Reaching
fingers
Dirt
and nails
Reach far to eternal
Not
the solution
Not
the climax
The
return
The substance of effort on the path to hope
Confluence of insight into my fellows
Over
Branch of hope
the bearings
Found
Over
Matter
stringed together my lead
Found
Over
The bodily
impasse of being
I long for abyss some portal may
Found
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