Age of Ems
Beyond the dreams of Daedalus, beneath a darkling sky
The god of Carthage weeps to think that man was made to die
For clay can pump the irons of a torment yet unnamed
But fate cannot enslave the heart that dust and ash have claimedSo, save the soul of Sysiphus, as Sartre dared not to wish
And let the mettle of mankind be manifest in this
Unleash the deathless power of the children of the stars—
But do not think the only god that wills this thing is ours
(via ilzolende)
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