Embrace the efficacy of fortunes lost.
The cerebral hemorrage of what it cost.
In an effort to be a finger of the euro phallus many.
The tiny nation of minds is left without even a penny.
The finger feels the pain first.
It dangles wanting in dire thirst.
The citosis of economic ruin,
Unregulated spending of foreign coins.
The theories of your fathers,
rest on shelves but not in your loins.
A lesson learned what fish to be.
A small fish in a pond or one in the sea.
A tragedy of sorts the fix is temporary,
In dormant lies the beast losing some inertia.
A shadow child of Aristotle and Xenocles,
the unheeded warning, the victim of peripeteia.
The only cure for a little fish that wanders
into the sea.
Is the ancient practice of economic forgiveness
the act of jubilee.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Peripeteia by Saint Eule )
- Discovering God's Will, Tom Zart
- Shining later, hasmukh amathalal
- Memory, Liffy Liu
- Merciful and kind, hasmukh amathalal
- Achilles Awaking, Louis Borgo
- Escape to free, Liffy Liu
- Am I the sun?, gajanan mishra
- Money Or Value, Louis Borgo
- Peace be unto you!, gajanan mishra
- No road sense, hasmukh amathalal
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