A Revelation From Sisyphus

Nothing true is found
in the pushing up the hill,
at least not in that alone.

Through pure strength of will
the new is never shown;
hard heads are not profound.

New ideas are shown
when falling to the ground,
and smiling through it still,

while your soul is ground
to dust in a cruel mill--
along with skin and bone--

pushing up the hill
the curse you fully own
and to which you are bound

under which you groan
feeling every last pound,
when pushing up the hill.

If the new is found,
it must be in the thrill,
the rush of being thrown.

With a groan, up the hill, pounding the ground

Slipping on the ground, with a groan, down the hill

Flat on the ground, at the bottom of the hill, without a groan

And to do it all again, and again, and again with a smile

With some mystical but earthly vision that makes it all worth while