I'll be glad to stand fast
on a bedrock floor
with the weight of a world on my back,
or more -
and my face set hard
and grim as a stone,
with my heels dug in.
I will neither slip,
nor groan. but
not just yet, though.
After lions and hydras, so much horse shit -
the weight of my back is too much.
At a minimum,
I need a drink, first.
And to lie down, if possible.
I'm tired of Herculean tasks,
each more ridiculous than the last -
of finding new crazy ways to win
against all of these weird, strange odds we're in.
I'm weary - worn out, I am going to lie down.
I need to recover my strength,
and will.
Let the thought of each pointless effort
pass, get my breath and my limbs
and my back in place,
just a short vacation -
a few blessed days, and then
I'll get back
to pushing whatever infinite boulders uphill.
YES.
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