and gaze below at the indigent state
where, in beggarly raiment, I reside.
a sullying fate, this circumstance of impoverishment,
from which there seems no evasion, and insipid
tales of the daily warfare of tenement life,
soar about me in stentorian dimensions—
no quiet remonstraters, these querulous folk,
no soft sighers here.
I would shield my ears if I could, cup my hands
in reverent imitation of the sea-keeper shell,
and listen instead, to the whirl of my own blood ocean,
think on rather, of the worth long declined me,
feel preferably, as I once did when humility was not staple
and the banquet I feasted upon was the honor
of my rightful gains.
form breaks and my knees land jarringly
upon the gradually changeable earth.
I make no sound, though my eyes are now
fountains which cascade salt ridden jets
upon the well traveled curvatures below.
no, I dare not waste breath to make testimonials
of my baleful happenings, for the grandiose fledged
circles above, and in this, the last act
of the tragedy titled, The Silent Adversity,
I finally speak.
"phoenix of renewal, smite me now
with your flames bathe clean this defective
manifestation broken of a more knowledgeable
mold me into ash, then dust, then call forth
the four winds scatter me across the heavens
whereupon vindication might find me
and cast me yet again."
the phoenix does so and I wake in a new land,
not the indigent state with its lack of prosperity,
but a sprawling land filled to the brim with fat
years constructed of palmy days filled
with towering windfalls and bounteous returns.
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