And As Ambiguity Leads To Anguish

Ambivalence amends itself when ambition challenges the amoral freedom like the ambrosia we partook of, something prohibited to humans... that only the mythological gods had the pleasure to enjoy; and we adorn our heads with narcissus, defying our worthless repulsion... until we suffer the first defeat with dismay: and as ambiguity leads to anguish, there's little left that we can relish! What if shame made us anonymous, and all the senseless living done: were bleak existence, cursing torment persistently to absolve every fault... nipping the nocturnal stillness with its fulsome, invariable obscurity? We'll irrupt our consciousness, make an invidious invocation to nothingness, inviting helplessness irascibly: and as ambiguity leads to anguish, we have no choice but to invent excuses, making up words to invert another unsound thought! Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci