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My Sisyphus

My Sisyphus

Why we can never marry...

Oh my love 
My Sisyphus 
Content to struggle up the crag 
To feel the ache of limbs 
Limbs extended in one effort 
Toward an endless goal 
Such bliss 
To stand at attention 
Wind smoothing the wildness of your hair 
Having sown your oats righteously so 
Down and up you shall go 
My envy reaches out to you 
Like the dove you are 
Having found the twig

Oh my Sisyphus 
How can I tell you 
That I cannot stay 
That I cannot be defined
 By mountains and valleys 
That I cannot wear your ring 
That my heart is much too big 
To feel the fullness of the sun upon 
My upturned face 
I live from feeling to feeling 
Eating them whole 
Savoring the quickness of their passing 
They die easily when facing reality

Oh my love 
My dear Sisyphus 
How do I explain 
That your rock is too heavy 
A burden to my winged arms 
Or the slick fins of my aquatic back 
I joined the fullness of you 
Felt your joy 
Endured your pain 
But, only from a distance 
With no desire 
To watch the sun fade 
With your descent

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