Ptolemaic Parabola

"My tongue... yes, my tongue

will tell the anger of my heart

or else my heart concealing it

will break"

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There is a stillness

in me—

a stillness of resignation.

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But my contentment

can't shield forever

the storm of contempt,

anger in my adrenals,

venom in my veins.

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Hold back, I wish—

but can't. Hold back!

Carpe diem; crap DM.

Carpal tunnel syndrome,

rotten core system,

like apples left uneaten,

society left unchallenged.

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Damn.

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The rivers of rage ravage,

but the well runs dry—

tears from tyranny.

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"Let grief convert to anger;

blunt not the heart, enrage it"

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Ptolemaic parable.

Consider Confucius.

Contemplate Christ.

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If society crumbles—

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will you

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ruin it

save it

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: This is my 950th story, so why not celebrate with me? Lol! Here's to the next 950 stories and all that! I am being silly, but, come on. Anyway, the real author's notes on this are as follows - I do love taking apart Ptolemy in my uneducated ways ha! and -

More Shakespeare -

"My tongue... yes, my tongue

will tell the anger of my heart

or else my heart concealing it

will break" - Katherine to Hortensio in The Taming of the Shrew

"Let grief convert to anger;

blunt not the heart, enrage it" - Malcolm to Macduff in Macbeth

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