Climbing the ladder of being
Is it better if you don't look down
Of course he had to look back
For love of her but to the gods
It felt like treachery a lack
Of trust in their strict commands
There was a certain way to do things
Without any certainty
Or investment in the outcome
They insisted on
Some rungs of the ladder
Are broken off or breaking
They said but go ahead
Let go I've got you
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