balladeer of moons

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                                                             ... it is not the strength we give ourselves

Gather an audience of rallying friends.

Ratiocinate means with the justifying ends.

With hands palsied by death, lift

Up the stone, each hour's eternal gift.

Who'd have thought that Sisyphus should pray,

Or keep the Sabbath in shades of gray.

Oh gratitude for peonies put on the rack,

As rock cuts into his indifferent back.

He still can distinguish sea from green eyes

And sees a little patch called home when evening dies.