
I first read it in Joseph Campbell,
the symbol of the mountain,
metaphor of the gamble,
I first learned it on my own,
in the middle of the night,
on a cold dark road,
I had to keep climbing,
had to keep breathing,
had to keep trying,
felt like I was drowning,
rusting and corroding,
I became nothing,
the future unfolding,
it became the road that I was driving,
I questioned the point of an empty surviving,
but then the empty gave me something,
I became myself somewhere,
at the moment you looked right at me,
you were twice as there.
4 comments:
the last line...
You are rivalling Gord Downey these days.
This is awesome. It takes you places.
On that night at least, you were a hero with a thousand faces, Dox. Nice one.
So great Adam. This is one of my favorites. More please!!
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