If mind and body be not one,
At enmity the two shall be.
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The former of the second free,
Discovers itself inert, -- no action
wrought or conjured from all its vaunted gifts.
Impotence shall forever be its curse,
Should it, for spite, abjure its lowly host.
Contempt becomes its only thought,
and movement despised most.
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But body soured against the prompts
that within the mind reside,
wanders aimless, and blindly will be led
from stable stillness by fleeting phantoms
on which the senses insatiably are fed.
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But if the mind will suffer to endure
the humility of fraught and frail clay,
and body deigns submission to alien commands,
Creation shall respond with jubilant array,
to the noble work of thusly hallowed hands.
About the Creator
Sean Byers
Literary hobbyist who, in an act of sophomoric hubris, once dreamed of writing the great American novel. In the meantime, I am content to write for the pleasure of the craft and whoever finds my work of any interest.
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