Some say hope is
A scandalous charmer
That is nothing but
Hubris, a dangerous
Illusion to hanker after
A desire that leaves
An innocent wisher
Consumed with thirst
For elusive dreams
beckoningly solicitous
In evansecent mirage.

Some say hope is
A scandalous charmer
That is nothing but
Hubris, a dangerous
Illusion to hanker after
A desire that leaves
An innocent wisher
Consumed with thirst
For elusive dreams
beckoningly solicitous
In evansecent mirage.
Mania from menos
the spirit or the mind
the elevation of the senses
the cultivation of imaginations
with 4 shades of madness:
Religious fervor in Dionysians
Poetic possession by the Muses
Erotic obsession by Aphrodite
Pythias’s inspiration from Apollo.
Thus is spoken.
Where I am from
No one cares,
But who cares
When a country
Whose borne
We’re all wayfarers
To the terra incognita
Where journeys end
By the Five Rivers.
Normal is an ideal,
Calm is a rebel,
Discord of malice
Stalks her will
To find her lost star;
The gift of disaster
From the Fates
Keeps her secure
Beneath the tree forever
In Tartarus.
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