Damn Your Ill Winds/Amor Fati
Within the great wellspring
Of willful, ungoverned being:
A sunbeam curled into your core,
Afire and full of overcoming.
So fresh, so wild, and raw-
An aspect of our youth inquires:
Will you let it perfume and wither
In the barren, fruitless
Afternoons of necrotic angst?
Or will you be suspended,
Golden, ripe, and powerful,
Amid the unending names of past?
O immortal man, be what
You are! Be whole and
Beautiful in your convictions!
Stay truth when it hasn't stirred you!
Surrender your conquest for
Essence beneath this mighty tree!
Simply because the sun may come
Upon these stunned vessels
And shed an imposing image-
Does not mean we are content-
Does not mean we should accept
These shades echoed around us!
Look high into this veil
As destiny shakes in cruel sickness!
And keep high this bundle of woes,
And wield mightily these old desires,
To nurture, like an archaic star,
The ancient mortal love of uncertainty!
Should our herculean act prove idle,
And our hands be shown empty,
Then let new stars bloom like tumors
Within our chests surfeit with light
And crash like drunk fools
Against the dark bulwarks of ruin!
Fervent fate, impel us now!
For who else has longed
So zealously to embrace you with
Such wayward hands as these?
And we shall not damn your ill winds,
For they have carried us here!