In Hubris Bold

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In

hubris bold

my story's told

of love's ecstatic place.

To know the heart

of heavens part

in rectifying Mace.

In deep chagrin

I now begin

to seek my souls disgrace

and find the source

of love's remorse

and end this pointless race.

How can I know

just what I sow

with fanciful refrain?

Will spin the wheels

of your heart's heels

to take us home again?

Follow me not,

this useless sot

has long since run aground,

and bides his time

with useless rhyme

a penny for a pound.

If your heart seeks

the rarest peaks

on wings of golden hue.

Look not to me

for flying free,

for I will look to You.

 

Mace

 

 

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