Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays’ take on things and experiences

Climb

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he wrote it down
for us to read
every time
an invisible line
bounding
unbridled
captivated
by the grind
a mixture of time
and repetition
and loss
without meaning
which we then bring
on the long climb

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Written by johnwhays

January 24, 2015 at 8:52 am

Posted in Creative Writing

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