Every day
I look down at the landscape
I’ve been programmed to hate,
angry and disappointed
for continually failing
to raze a mountain into a valley
and grow mole hills into alps.
And every day
I vow to try try try again –
retching for the touted ideal,
but the coup de grace is elusive;
I never see the panorama
I’m starving to achieve.

 

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