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it was the time to ascend and the elevator door closed with firm resolve

on his many needs and wishes that had pushed his buttons for so long

three wise men had spoken and a triad of Tarot cards had pointed the way

a pitchfork of ambiguous trinity had failed finding the needle in a haystack

horsemen of the apocalypse in his mind had traded their rocking donkeys 

for a shiny Harley Davidson with punctured tyres and a hole in the tank


now he was stuck in the enclosure forced to listen to meaningless pan pipes

studied adverts of trade sharing Viagra and courses for meditation and yoga

determined to advance on his hierarchy of needs to the level of self esteem

but the display offered no fourth floor and he quickly went past his target

barred from quick levitation he went down again and attempted the staircase

only to find the door locked with a sign ‘sorry out of order for maintenance’


he bought climbing gear at a DIY store to scale the outside of his building site

carefully read the self-help manual and proceeded on his conquest for change

the windows had not been cleaned for an eternity and he could not look inside

but it was mirror glass cladding in any case and he got a bad case of acrophobia

by now he had received a parking ticket in an underground garage of anxiety

more points on his license reminded him that there was no fast track escape


when his scared gaze fell upon readjustment possibilities and alternative choices

he climbed an oak tree dangled his feet from a branch to look again at his roots


09th September 2020

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