Escape Of Sisyphus
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Barry Middleton
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I am cursed like Sisyphus
my deceits were minor
and yet the gods conspired
to create my endless burden
I cried to the Universe
I called to great Olympus
for forgiveness and release
and yet my sorrows grew
I surrender to the gods
and push my abysmal stone
but with each journey
the hill is ground to dust
the stone itself is worn
the slope to home is easy
I thus release my charge
and I will see it through
millstones grind the grain
but grain grinds the stone
I will defeat the gods
the mountain is only dust
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