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Higher than high,
Thought I'd never climb,
Again I thought,
Never to drop.

Coursing through my soul,
Pulstating through my viens,
Forever pulling at my all,
Never to stop.

As the neverending comes,
There again is she,
Always next to me,
Never calling a halt.

Exhaustion calls at me,
And there she'll be,
In beckoning time,
Never to break the line.

It's been the waiting call,
I've waited all this time,
Hunting through wasted night,
To taste the sweet unknown light.

Dated: 29th August 2006