Seeking your council for one found it wise 

to be the fool he is- Why did your own 

Tear through with talons? 

You-had one not said alms and found peace in your name? 
Seeking council-for you know this soul 
Which is a howl of flame blowing 
Through your hall like a hawk striking-
Unmailed and proud, one says aloud 
Your name! Hear me brain born of Zeus, friend to Ithaca
One must go the Road, yet what wisdom can one discern?
You know me-relying upon gods is not my Way 
Yet, Pallas, honored still, see this meat mirroring its mortality !
And Back away from the burning it promises 
For this is the sun riding the horses of midnight 
Forward, blind, but for the belly & brains 
Bringing a fool hope of tomorrow
If one be false, cut me down! What say you? 
This is neither supplication nor prostration 
No, Reverance drinking frustration whilst remarking the Traceless

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