Mankind's potion,
Faust aside
Accidentally cruel, or
Mistakenly kind?
Pity in weakness
or sorrow for shame
Out your own window to
Weather your foibles and
Burnish your affluence
"Know thyself" then and today
lay thy plans, storm dungeons
o valiant, mouse of men;
Retreat and beat the hand
that fed you as a babe
and raised you up to curse the day
you birthed and bawled and
met the world, a new bald scraeling,
Empty pages yet to fill - to tear
and scribble out, erase and pen -
Scribe thy saga, Cinderella of this
Misery now, but faithful at last.
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