Ancient Sisyphus
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Shalom Freedman
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All these poems
And all these fears
And what difference will it make anyway in the end?
I cannot lift the rock anymore
I just can't lift it
It is rolling down
And it's gone
And I am standing empty- handed alone
In the middle between the bottom of everything
And the beginning of nothing
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