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Atlas’ Journey

Hopelessness clings like a straitjacket
Constricts like a boa
Weights the feet like walking through watery mud

The legs gave out long ago
But the mountain must be climbed
And I trudge on

Hopefully I will see the summit
If the sun sets without me
I will savor all it illuminated during my journey
      and fertilize the trail for the hiker behind me.

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