Resignation Sublimated

Rain drops riotous:
dead weight of night stifling sunrise—
gory dread of Day’s commencement.

The ole pre-work resignation:
Ambition restructured
Hubris in remission
Hope diminished

Rain drops of another time,
lead one to believe this storm
will pass.
That the sun shall always reemerge victorious
—minor setback—
upon the meteorological war board.

Past patterns reveal
the flaw inherent in complacency—
the idealism of indecision overwhelming
before the World’s voracious orbit

…as if this giant blender of celestial matter
were pureeing us all
into some cosmic, proletarian
gruel.

Ambition Restructured

Fate’s free-will is a deaf-mute
in celestial matters of
choice.

Proverbial Pandora,
bad twin
to metaphysical matters of
destiny.

Choice is the mirage,
lustily perpetuated—
the Shangri-La of deception
siphoned from Ambition’s heedlessness.

Ambition’s wayward beacon
gnaws riotously upon
the kindle of temptation—
enacts the gauntlet,
scours the flesh:
a parasitic wish-monger.

Imagine a restructuring
—a reconstruction—
of fallacy gone awry.
Of a dream idealized,
turned caustic by Desire’s
instability.

A regression to rags!
Take up the Tatterdemalion mantle;
rising from the rubble,
the defeated proletarian masses
drunk on self-imposed marginalization—
the pariah kings
here to incite the coup
on Ambition’s totalitarian rule.

Hubris bequeathed:
may the credo of tatters
liberate.