Reflecting upon Lear

Fourth, the Conclusion.

‘I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.’ ~Ovid.

• May some misguided dream
  bid us retreat, as from the shores of Troy 
  and return to our beloved homes.
  Or, be as such 
  some bastard son may us to prison
  wherein we’ll sing like caged birds
  ask for each other
  blessing and forgiveness,
  yonder living, praying, singing
  reciting old tales and crafting new.
  A prison, whence no further
  and rot even there.
  We’ll wear out the sects of greaters
  that wax and ebb by the moon,
  and vital flow halting by noon.