i wallow in waters deeper than the unintelligible thoughts of Camus
and drown in conversations more shallow than Coelho’s musings ...

i swallow the worldly words that you speak
and slowly inch my way up the ladder
rung by eloquent rung
as long as air is present in lung
and power abhorrent in leg

i climb towards the abysmal heavens of which you speak
and with need so dire and unique
i am to stop only at the peak
until then let breath be saved
allow me to follow the path paved

i will not rest until at the tip my foot will stand
only then will i retire, having learned what there is to learn.