Muscle, sinew, bone and soul;
the music that can keep me whole
pulses through from rock to heart.
The music of the climbing art.
Muscle, sinew, bone all strain;
this energy is what I gain.
The power that I am is here;
the rock and I, it’s all so clear.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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