The endless slings and arrows   
   That fortune throws my way   
   Some wide and some are narrow   
   Some gold and some of clay   
      
   The brittle and the powerful   
   The sturdy and the weak   
   The boring and the flowerful   
   The proud and the meek   
      
   Some wooden and some golden   
   Some brick and some of mud   
   Some with the light emboldened   
   And others drenched in blood   
      
   Wherever they are coming from,   
   They lunge within my heart   
   Impale inside evincing foam   
   And of their bane impart.   
      
   Some sent me one of cherry tree   
   With redolent sweet smell,   
   I fed it to a canary   
   And she was nurtured well -   
      
   Some sent me one of silver   
   And one of gilded led,   
   They entered with a shiver   
   And lunged within my head.   
      
   A sphere within a triangle   
   Contained within a sphere   
   The walls are soft and pliable   
   Of here within the there   
      
   The absolute in relative   
   Within the absolute   
   Where all that seems imperative   
   Stands ready to refute -   
      
   The soul within the structure   
   Within the oversoul   
   The self within the culture   
   Within the truth of all   
      
   Through consummate commingling   
   Of Galilean frames   
   From universe is wringing   
   The all-begetting flames.   
      
   Send me your loss and cares,   
   Send me your rage and hate,   
   Send me your slings and arrows,   
   And not before too late   
      
   The incandescent passion   
   That burns within my soul   
   Will make them rays of sunshine   
   To warm the hearts of all.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)