Summit

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

But I cannot change

The angle of repose

Adding to the top, as high as it goes

But everything tumbles to the base

Constantly spreading to fill its space

I pour my noblest thoughts at peak

One by one, the highest strata seek,

But they mostly spill back to the ground-

 

Still, nothing sought is nothing found.

 

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