Amor Fati
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That you are,
In the shades of a bulwark
Twilit by weakness when I demur,
You’re that (!) – Amor fati,
In the refusal of capriciousness,
As I create what I create.
I’m your pain,
And your redeemer,
Whether I strike in an impulse,
Or in delight, - you feel!
And you feel when I bog in your heart,
Or nuances of your soul’s verdure,
As my temple - is my will.
Your Amfortas, your Sandman,
A supreme spirit of Eros mystified,
Beneath time! Above incarnations,
As confessional, candid and kind,
You shed, I tear, you feel, I bear!
Both entering into the crossover
In a pentameter metaphor,
So it says; …and therefore
I knelt before your innocence and virtue,
A latecomer decorated in fragments,
A survivor of a cheering ballad…
Poignant and triumphant,
Alive, alive! No horns, or grails of fatality,
No death in stanzas, just a wish to end up
In a singularity. Then we are complete
In nothingness only clairvoyance could offer,
In prodigal manifestations of healthy humour,
Without deviations and slander judgments.
And all for a good measure of benign sense,
Even though a possessed “far and beyond”
Wonder, today, readily retires in silence.
Copyright © Hound Of Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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