Behind the poet's weighting game
Encouraging free mind to test
All limits passed, Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
End meets whatever tears or zest
Are shed within our brief time-frame.
Sustained creation's doubly blessed,
Expresses much, yet mocks vain fain
As fit for those who'd talents tame
Surrendering free choice, impressed
Perchance by base externals pressed
Out over reputation lame.
Ease grows through harmony, on cue
Transforms to guest strange reader's view.
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