What is it, friend, that you expect to find
when at the mountain summit you arrive?
Will mind and body begin to unwind
or is that just a lie that you’ve contrived?
Might that lightheadedness be salvation
or is it merely an absence of air?
Are the tears that you weep from elation
or are they born from an unanswered prayer?
When Moses stood tall on that fabled hill
did his eyes see the same glory as yours?
Will you both swallow that same bitter pill
when you return to humanity’s door?
To search for salvation is so often futile,
even prophets must search through inverted pupils.
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Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
This is definitely my second favorite of your work!
I love how you capture the moment in growth people both scorn and mourn the ability to believe in an endpoint as part of arriving at truly understanding humanity and stoic equanimity.
Like an emotional Sisyphus rolling his eyes.🖤
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I’ll be honest, the original iteration of this poem had the final line: “Where would Sisyphus be with your attitude?” but I thought it was too petty of a line haha
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That makes sense! My two favorite poems you’ve written, so far, stood out to me precisely because they excel at evoking and showing.
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Well then I’ll try to evoke and show more often 😂😊
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