Amor Fati

Amor Fati

Augustus had friends 

who were paupers:

When someone tells you 

               their dream,

it's not as though you've 

                    dreamed

their dream, Daniel:

          Monoliths

Mountains 

Numbers could have just 

waited their turn to take 

over curtain class. 

   Shrink to fit.

               Pixelate them.

                         Find recipes.

See her plates are     full. 

     Several are full     of half,

of half the people.     If she 

               shakes all     those

               then that     might 

     ease her aches.     But she 

likes those people.     People 

on the rest of her     plates 

     she can fault:     they 

are eating her     faster 

than she can     eat them. 

Now, you've 

                    dreamed

their dream, Daniel,

but.

Noooooooo, they had 

to glom onto the whole 

shebang. 

You may foresee: 

Eheu, ne rudis 

   agminum

sponsus lacessat 

   regius asperum

tactu leonem, 

   quem cruenta

per medias rapit 

   ira caedes.

Now, when numbers realize 

how tiresome some class 

can be, there will be no 3scape.

Re                    ally, things 

didn't                     make 

sense, b                    efore, 

eithe                    r. Except, 

"Poet                    s can just

fuck                    in' starve." 

Like prophets? 

Gird your 

loons, Daniel.

Gird   your   loons.

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