Darwin's Relative

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The hill of life
may start out easy
but I keep my eyes
on the summit in the clouds.
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When the rocks start
everyone tells me
persistence is the best selector.
I grit my teeth.
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The summit is not green.
The cliffs around it
call me to accident,
and my jaw now hurts.
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Here in the depths
of the valley, I nurse my bruises.
One of the eliminated,looking up,
I laugh the laugh of the embarrassed.