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Oct 2015
We ascend,
depend on our own wit,
do it
and target the top.

Well that we know
the river runs deep, but
always flows to the sea.

Downstream
where the sharks eats the dream
where the jellyfish sting.

We yo-yo
go fast
end slow
up and down
and fancy manoeuvres,
favours for favours,
target the top until reaching
the full stop where
downstream is the dream
eaten by sharks.

Ascend,
and the top is the **** end,
elbow creek where the minnows seek some respite,
despite knowing this and yet not knowing at all
we fall and we fall.

I climb
and why not?
if I fail and I fall
do I fail when I fall?
and what does it mean
does it mean anything at all?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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