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Roaming the world ‘bout, seeking myself franticly…

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Roaming the world ‘bout, seeking myself franticly;

Fool that I am! whiles carry ‘bout with me

That I seek, and tire down with sheer burthen of’t;

As grapes o’erripe break with their weight hung by boughs aloft:

Yet no surer the buffoon staves off his whipping

But earth, when heaven’s water breaks from the clouds, doth o’erflow;

Wherefore sense on him dawns, his night-black doom passing,

Like ensues the flood psychedelic rainbow:

So far along this avocation abroad am I set on,

Dwining ‘neath the sun, my shelter though unbeknown borne!


“Love insists the loved loves back!” Helen trail’d this track,

Ascendant authoress of Troy’s ruinous sack!

Had she none requited, she’d spared Priam’s city;

Wherefore Troy’s name had evoked reverent awe, not pity!

Now love back I, lodged within your grand city walls;

In hopes this brings life thee, not poison with acid watergalls!

For why with travel foolhardy beseem I roe,

Who for meat sallies forth, but the prey retreats home;

Himself emperilling and keepers whence he’d raom:

Meshing the foe’s gin with each step as he did go!

Thus I back seek to refund home, ere my soul injure,

And ne’er misdoubt whither my best treasure lies more!


As far from you I wend, as limbo from commerce;

Whilst in you do live, as doth the point struck ‘midst sphere of compass!


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Sydney Chesterfield

Poet, Playwright, Philosopher, Humanitarian, mad lover of children and unflinching fighter for equality on all grounds viz. Women's rights, child rights, sine die.

Twitter: @syd_field