I well remember the few times
that I have been hill climbing.
always before the actual peak
there would several false horizons
before the plateau plateaued off.
'How much is this like sex?',
I thought as I walked. We go
in search of what we are told
is the mapped and the attainable,
only to find our guide, and who we are,
is less reliable than we were led to believe.
In all our mountings
our journey returns us
to where we were misinformed before...
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