MOTECUHZOMA
I tried to bear up to necessity,
To steel self-conquest through my fears, and thus,
In stoic resolution, greet my fate.
But then this temperance, to the common eye,
Seemed but a fatalistic resignation,
A shrug, a sigh that what shall be shall be,
In abdication to a fancied doom.
So then I heap my irons in the fire
To undertake all means I can devise,
And now that versatile defense is seen
As paranoia, and hysteria,
The fickle indecision of a fool,
Who- like a pup between two bowls of food-
Would waver till the flyblown point grew stale.
And they are right, these forward serfs are right:
I am a knock-knee, and a juggler!
Who could foresee the vortex of my mind
Should be the whirlpool that would drain the sea?
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
MOTECUHZOMA
I tried to bear up to necessity,
To steel self-conquest through my fears, and thus,
In stoic resolution, greet my fate.
But then this temperance, to the common eye,
Seemed but a fatalistic resignation,
A shrug, a sigh that what shall be shall be,
In abdication to a fancied doom.
So then I heap my irons in the fire
To undertake all means I can devise,
And now that versatile defense is seen
As paranoia, and hysteria,
The fickle indecision of a fool,
Who- like a pup between two bowls of food-
Would waver till the flyblown point grew stale.
And they are right, these forward serfs are right:
I am a knock-knee, and a juggler!
Who could foresee the vortex of my mind
Should be the whirlpool that would drain the sea?
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
