Étude for Eileen

Caught in the snares of the past, I smile at the impossible.
Athena I’m told, was sprung from Zeus’ head.
Life can be a chess game – an exercise in the manipulations of the Will.
Wolves are more feeling than that.
My crown of visions aches some nights.
There are remnants of a dream, a mad somnambulance. But more often my ideals are brought to their knees before the State.
There are so many dead, and devastated in the world these days. What chance is there of forgiveness ?

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