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Climbing steps to pedestals
High toward the sky
Earning envious smiles
Scowls beneath shining teeth
For reasons I can’t find

Spent my life in question
How was it I became
And, from whom was it I'd become
And, for what reasons

Skeletons and bloodied finger tips
Well worn bones
Beneath calloused hands
And, a heart of granite
Squeezing salt from stones

Beneath the silt of days eroded from years
Lies a treasure
And, above a blanket of rolling gray sky
The sun still shines
For the moment clouds wear thin

Spent my life in question
How was it I became
And, from whom was I'd been becoming
And, for what reasons I’d been running
From green pastures
To such pedestals