Howardism Musings from my Awakening Dementia
My collected thoughts flamed by hubris
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As feet and hand
Survival Clench
The jagged cleft,
My mind and eyes The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

—Albert Camus

Frolick and rise
Next mountain land.

If not for hill
Under my feet,
I'd cease to eat.
My probing mind
Watching behind-
Fitting the bill.

Will dark apathy
Release it's hold-
Icy fingers old.
Why should I care,
My soul to share?
When God's pure eye

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