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I am beginning to realize stoicism Is not sustainable But with odds and dollar bills stacked against us Who would laugh at the weight of the world? If atlas were to take a breath His hands would tremble and his burden would falter his lungs would be crushed So what is left Unable to smile, cry to weep or stay silent What is left Do we try anyway? Sisyphus’s boulder and resentment for the mountain Do we let it go? Drop off the face of the world watch the cemetery grow justify ourselves with remembrance? Do we fight? ****** broken bruised do we Try to ****** the world and the state It stands under Eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind Do we rebuild in the dark? Hands reaching, searching, seizing An instinct to claim The force to destroy Is dragging us away like a dog tied to an oxcart Our only option is to Leave evidence in the drag path Hoping someone will find us again
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
Weary, Weary Atlas. Never Will He Sleep
I am beginning to realize stoicism Is not sustainable But with odds and dollar bills stacked against us Who would laugh at the weight of the world? If atlas were to take a breath His hands would tremble and his burden would falter his lungs would be crushed So what is left Unable to smile, cry to weep or stay silent What is left Do we try anyway? Sisyphus’s boulder and resentment for the mountain Do we let it go? Drop off the face of the world watch the cemetery grow justify ourselves with remembrance? Do we fight? ****** broken bruised do we Try to ****** the world and the state It stands under Eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind Do we rebuild in the dark? Hands reaching, searching, seizing An instinct to claim The force to destroy Is dragging us away like a dog tied to an oxcart Our only option is to Leave evidence in the drag path Hoping someone will find us again
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
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