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.
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