the gods need not take our sight …

we scale ourselves …

moving from low to high,
we see our path as true,
that we are in the right,
forever left nearby,
as if they’re out of view,
the shadows of the night

whether heaven or haven
will ever erase our blight,
our myths impel us even
further on a cosmic flight

like Sisyphus for his wrongs,
while the summit’s view rivets,
we cannot stay at such height,
it’s not where our soul belongs,
just for brief tourist visits
the peak of eternal light

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