A coward gets his fate
Choice is for the brave
I am abating light, waning away
Eyes painted like Michaelmas Daisies
Boredom will derange me
Fate’s whims do arrange me
Attritive routine acidic change me
Berate me, lame angel ineffective
Dullness will encase me
With scant use, ivy-effaced
A dying tree demands still dignity.
Commanding still handsomeness, and Will to it
To wit I must brace and break free, to whet against
I must this dungeon flee with stolen brazier, toward light escaping
I am only the tally of what has made me, much as it pains me
I must leave, I must away be at demonspeed, before dawn even.
I must myself muster, I must my own plot author
I am my ship’s course and my mind’s daughter
If pleading aids only in confirming deafness, I will mandate
I must notice in my employer’s hands emplace
I will be rid of that place, missed as lice I surmise
Half life spent bent over a desk, squinting at hateful emails
From brainless poker players accusing us of rigging tables
My mind ensables at the madding rabble
I Rabbi above a fleet of pied magpies.
Alchemisland 
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