the failure took courage
to get out of there
where what was an escape
was in fact a prison
breaking chains is hard
bloody hard
at the time there were chains everywhere
buried by rusty chains
wet rust cold rust
panic buried under a mountain of chains
forever it seems
climbing those chains with the spider racing
then there was the ‘fuck you’ side
of the fool’s gold
in the way of the child kicking back
against the man
the open open openness
that they kicked against in fear of the lightness
of touch that they thought concealed a fist
the river that slowly bore the raft of time
over cataracts to the fall
a river that ran uphill - for god’s sake
to make the fall the tallest of them all
and on and on and up and up
the gold tarnished as gold should not
the rings turned into chains
the fool’s gold said fool
the box had no windows
the sides closed in
drowning in tears
banging against the sides with fists of wool
smothering in the blindness of others
screaming at the deaf
running down the up escalator
into the valley of the mountain
STOP!
the crash to the core of a world
of indifference in their ignorance
suspended animation
catatonic panting low
the milestones on the mountain road
are counted in wretched breaths
the blind nails of the climb
hand over bloody fist over bloody time
and now
the view from the summit over the clouds
the joy to be above the fear
oh yes yes
and yet the long thin thread leads
back there
for there is no further up
is there
only down
and yet the sunshine is as bright as life
quiet now
i’ll wait here for
ever to arrive
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