The endless slings and arrows That fortune throws my way Some wide and some are narrow Some gold and some of clay The brittle and the powerful The sturdy and the weak The boring and the flowerful The proud and the meek Some wooden and some golden Some brick and some of mud Some with the light emboldened And others drenched in blood Wherever they are coming from, They lunge within my heart Impale inside evincing foam And of their bane impart. Some sent me one of cherry tree With redolent sweet smell, I fed it to a canary And she was nurtured well - Some sent me one of silver And one of gilded led, They entered with a shiver And lunged within my head. A sphere within a triangle Contained within a sphere The walls are soft and pliable Of here within the there The absolute in relative Within the absolute Where all that seems imperative Stands ready to refute - The soul within the structure Within the oversoul The self within the culture Within the truth of all Through consummate commingling Of Galilean frames From universe is wringing The all-begetting flames. Send me your loss and cares, Send me your rage and hate, Send me your slings and arrows, And not before too late The incandescent passion That burns within my soul Will make them rays of sunshine To warm the hearts of all.
