Spiral staircase
is like life. It starts from the lowest treadhope shod
stray thoughts concentrated
head kept level
an eye where it matters
pulling yourself on the railing of years
you ascend lifelong to the unknown;
tabooed
to descend the stairs
or to jump over the steps of age
save one step at a time
no matter how steep and uneven
be they
and how often you tumble down your
ego stairs
each breath hard won
each step a prayer.
Progress comes only when you bounce back
again and again ever determined. It is this will
to reach
makes the moment of ascent
more prominent. Stairs end
only when you end
under the nursery earth. Without this sloppy climb
what else is for us?
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-10-13 at 12:47
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