Canteen of Thoughts 1
A salty routine internalized.
The maddening course obeys its overlord,
and the earthen schedule of trifles
turns the ragged wheel in ovals.
Time stares us down, yet again provoking a duel
to remind of the grey. Coerced into
the paltry cycle and its vexing patterns,
coerced to be plagued by
the hands of gargantuan monsters
and vile demons.
The day awaits…
I can tackle the ugly behemoth
with sabers of anger, of fury,
or with the dust of a smile.
Though, melancholia remains my preference,
while misanthropy rattles against
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