From Sisyphus: My Stone
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plight
This stone is more than stone,more than weight against my arms,my shoulders, my neck--more than a stone my legs must shove,my hands must grasp,my lungs must grunt into--more than a moan inside my soulthat comes from knowing there is no escape from where I am,from who I am.This is the burden of my being here,this knowing that my place beneath the stars means endless work,means looking out into the universeof moons and suns...