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On Walking the Giant Steps
We walked upon the blasted stone, Carved by the sea's cruel grind with its fellow mate of crime, time. In places smooth, and others cut at angles unknown to geometry brown to black and back to white they seem to move but only seem. We came to walk but only climbed while the sun shown half an hour high, Whitman's New York does not compare to the stressed sedimentary that has poked its head to the air and foam. And ascending, they stood erect at the truest angle known, half a half-turn. Thundered by crests of the tide, meeting the blue, or is it green or gray with a glint of reflecting red? Constantly changing the answer is never true, but in between, she's not caring to be defined. But where the ocean eludes, the land is familar with shawdows that formed many years ago. And there we stand winded from climbing, the wind brushing our face. With flowing hair, we gain a tale for us alone. Cyclopses once tred upon these stairs that are too grand for man. Pound on! Do not stop your rise and fall! You'll be here when we are gone and re-grown as grass, tred upon and re-worn. Others will come and see the scene and climb. Climb on, climb on, Climb onto the steps!
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