Sunday Triumvirate
Infidels Mourn
Fools gamble
cowards ramble
but wise men ponder
Alone in a crowd
silent out loud
a sage to wander
Through pathways of old
with proverbs untold
he seeks transcendence
As time is reborn
and infidels mourn
— his soul’s quintessence
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Never And Always
A man’s ambition
should never
exceed his worth
A man’s ego
should never
invade his soul
A man’s fury
should never
exceed his cause
A man’s reasons
should always
— defy excuse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
This Present
Have you ever been
to yesterday
in search of tomorrow
False notions
that frame our thoughts
with despair
The past a deception
in search of
new victims
The future a myth
in this present
— we share
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Philosophical meditation on wisdom, ambition, time, and self-deception with abstract inquiry
Multiple dense ideas: wisdom vs folly, ambition limits, ego/fury/reason constraints, temporal paradox
Mixed: cautionary wisdom tempered by mourning, despair, deception; neither clearly positive nor negative
Moderate intensity; declarative statements and paradoxes create tension without explosive force
Approximately 28 lines across three titled sections; falls in 16-30 range
Personification (time reborn, past deceives), metaphor (pathways, myth), repetition structure creates ornamentation
Primarily lyric internal voice with philosophical observation; minimal narrative or dramatic persona
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