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I Must Make War on Myself
Contributed by
LuciusASeneca
on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 02:28:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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What is it that so heavily marches over me?
I make like a distressed earthworm:
Writhing in the greedy air,
All my flesh flushed,
My dry face cracked by unnatural contortions.
I gnaw on the sides of my mouth –
I draw blood, even –
I am consuming my body,
And whatever else I am is being consumed
By I know not what!
I leap to my feet like a terrified cat -
My hair stands on end;
I tear at my clothing –
I tear away at my humanity,
But away it comes not.
I now beat my first on the book in front of me.
Once it roused in me fiery sentiments -
They made my eyes tear like alarmed sprinklers!
My heart pounded even as the meter ran!
My lungs were caused to fill
With air deferentially received –
It was a perfect awakening,
A communion well received,
And yearned for again long thereafter.
But it was not again delivered unto me!
Now I am stamping my feet –
I have thrown a book at my wall.
Oh God! The paint has been chipped.
My father will rage like a lunatic
When he sees how I have ill-used
The four insuperable walls he gave me –
His best gift to a deserving son.
Ah, I have made light of his wondrous work!
I don’t care one whit.
Return to me, humane notion!
What are you?
I have to identify you;
Only then will I be able to strive after you.
Suffering I would endure
Instead of this aggravating stillness that reigns over me.
No tree am I.
Not a lowly part of nature only.
No, I feel an affinity with those elemental entities of old:
My glorious and far-famed ancestors,
Givers and receives of rings.
In the spatter of their foes’ blood
They danced and made merry –
Roses capturing the rain of heaven.
Forward they charged,
All charged with oaths to uphold, to fulfill –
The political philosophy of their kindly lords,
Deduced by way of innumerable years of philosophical life –
Of poetic and human life.
Oh! and when at last the battle joins
In honorable revelry – children living a fantasy –
Then they are doing the very work of the Almighty.
See how men’s souls are sundered from their bodies
And their bodies are presently embraced by the earth?
The earth glories in these magnificent dispensations –
She too will share in the receiving of rings!
How many men can say
Their worthless bit of flesh
Made the earth a greener place?
Still they clash!
Limb after limb is hewn from body after body.
The combatants fill the air with their particular effusions
And bleed rivers of blood into rivers of water,
To form a substantial crimson tide –
A human solution.
Thus, for a time,
Some vivifying, marauding band
Overwhelmed my state of affairs
And drew me along with them
To the very forefront of battle.
Thus I, like a good Saxon,
Gave myself over to the feast of fate.
There I, for a time,
Slaughtered many impish foemen.
But now I,
A languishing Beowulf,
Have been left far behind by restless time.
School’s in now!
I have to betake myself to school
And learn in school how restless time can be;
I have to learn how far behind it’s possible to be left.
Memories of royal sentiments in days gone by,
You are well known to me!
But, alas, you will have nothing more to do with me,
So I needs must make war on myself.
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LuciusASeneca
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2005-01-15 02:28:19]
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