Furies

Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies? Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities? And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom; To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes; Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation, A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.