SISYPHUS•••

I can feel the weight- Of transmutation A paper On my shoulder to carry forth the Universal boulder A reflection of oneness, liken divine. A Salty wet fountain, red labelled , calling out- Why me? To what avial- freedom fighting, a big meat, a moving target. I lashed out- He pats me Strength regained, keep stagnate these pushing stone, now light weighted... resting on my shoulder. A joyful symphony which was Once an agony. ⚖️PK