It is not the end result we seem to favor,
while at the crest, noting the cool waters
floating downward toward a mecca
of personality, a vision of delight,
a land where each of our misgivings
might bathe themselves a cleanse.
It is these mountains I somehow travel,
a burden is a liking to hardship
where a journey
becomes the landing point,
that place where desire meets obligation.
We then wade in the refreshing waters,
gathered by the arches, the crevice
releases our lives toward a settling ground.
Oh to know the fascination that becomes
that epiphany, a cathartic finish, or an ongoing
realization of the constant cycle of humanity,
drawn by exercise,
forbidden the peril of temptation,
and yet we would continue the walk,
for it is in the actual stride of a want,
we do somehow then discover safe need.
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