could i, would i
mutiny this life,
or trade it in
for fewer fears
and fonder friends?
could i, would i
quaff this night
the nepenthean
elixir of forgiveness
and make amends?
would that i could.
so,
could i, would i
sacrifice
a stable mind
for progress sake,
erase the line
that i have drawn
to suffice
a mad desire
to taste the softest flesh,
yet tame the fire?

could i, would i?
would that i could.