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In seeking the soul the flesh must fall away

Sisyphus

Sisyphus
Johnny Wraith - Sun Mar 02, 2008 @ 09:52AM
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Sisyphus.

You are my father.

Rolling.

Absurdly.

Not ready to give up.

Rolling.

That god damned boulder.

Over and over again.

Pardon me while I hit the snooze button one more time.

Get up and fix my coffee.

Charge the cell phone.

Rolling.

But hopeful.

Brush teeth, shave, shit and piss, shower.

Not ready to give up.

Get in the car.

Drive.

Work.

Shovel, Shovel, Shovel.

Shovel some more.

Shovel, Shovel, Shovel.

Rolling.

Absurdly.

Rolling.

Not ready to give up.

Hoping for hope to arrive but not knowing what it might be.

It might come one day, so don’t stop.

Go to bed.

Fall asleep by popping a pill.

Pardon me while I hit the snooze button one more time.

Get up and fix my coffee.

Sisyphus.

You are my father.

Rolling.

Absurdly.

Not ready to give up.

Rolling.

That god damned boulder.

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