Uphill full of hope and ill health,
And at crest for a decent last breath.
Downwind from the rest undiminished
Whilst mulling the length of descent.
Pushed well and plucked bare of mistrust
When manhandling crusts once refused,
And finding an uncertain edge
Much quicker alone than when led;
Concluding at ends unconsidered,
Complete with once lost confidence,
And realizing how easily rivered
When no other option was left.
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