The Ascension

Dancing, swirling

Through an unending endeavor

Hanging on the slippery slope

Waiting for a quick pull of the lever

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Will we fall, land on our feet?

We spin infinitely into the vast universe

Perpetually echoing a fervent cry

For help to endure the very worst

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This world is a hoax of twists and turns

A precarious balance of the unknown

Often murky, nothing is ever as it seems

In this life we so often bemoan

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Still we trudge toward the destination

Onward through toils, tears, ice, and snow

Hope invades despite insidious despair

Driving, propelling though the step be slow

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Precipitous for all that the end may be

We fight it with instinct borne in the wild

Endurance persists, taking firm root

As though, in this existence, we are beguiled

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Beguiled, intrigued, and bewildered

With our many apprehensions

We stumble yet move, dancing forward

To the ultimate precipice of our ascension