Non Memphis Self Belay Non Sense

i'm getting fat,

i hurt my back and this f*****g rope,

it doesn't seem so very safe,

anymore.

maybe i've just been resting too long,

on this ledge.

going over my new insides

gathered needlessly on my ascent,

formed perilously with nature...

 accumulated carefully in me.

everyone worries about the final ascent

i think from time to time we all,

everyone of us,

 suffer

from a lack of ascending assertiveness.

(or frost bite and dehydration)

it comes from an ignoring of the outsides.

brewing pain,

 anyway, 

it's been turning me less objective.

 it reminds me of a feeling more real than this,

   the lost art of favoring an unattainable scenario.

i think as the end becomes closer,

the means become simpler...

but harder (the air is thinner, each step more impactful).

i become increasingly subjective, more so every day.

i say objectivity is for the thin,

the healthy backed a*s hats,

still early on their ascent.

them new eyes,

eagerly scouring the mountain sides for the unattainable.

blessed are the blind or something like that.

(blessed are the forgetful...)

  blessed is a fine ice axe

in perilous situations...

(where everybody prays)

holy s**t

　

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