Fool’s Pursuit

I have burned my flesh and

and broken my brittle bones and

carried the derision of seven earths.

I have scorned.

But what is this scorn

if not the fool’s pursuit?

Alas, what am I

if not the fool who has fallen

to prey to ideals of futility

and allowed it to deride

any and all significance.

Yet, I know

when the brumal nights disappear,

and are replaced with the

sober-minded dawn,

I will subdue my ignorance

for I am not more a burden

then I can bear myself.