'It had never occurred to them that intelligence as intellectually conscripted as theirs could be an eclipse'
- John Moriarty
I found arguments and debates easy to climb
and symbols like the hostile sheer face of an ice mountain
difficult to pick at with an axe
heaving myself across precipitous edges
dropping myths accidentally down into labyrinths
threatening precipitation, strong winds and avalanches
of traditions and known ways of life
on top of muted metaphors
flattening them into meaningless words
with the wisdom squeezed out of them
condensating into rivers other people step over
in search of more life and, dare I say, more living
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