Two Tops
Unfortunately,
in order to reach the top myself,
I judge that the place
I am standing on is not the top,
a low place,
and that this place has nothing to do with the top
I know how frightening the habits of life
are by now
The effort to reach the top is
so beautifully described
so proud
But would it be the same as trying to keep the lowest peak?
That's what I thought it wasn't
I couldn't climb it
so I thought of it as a place to stay
There is no Topmost for me now
there is only Lowermost
Still, it keeps coming back to it.
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