O Shakespeare Moderne

2 min readJan 8, 2022

be done with it!

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The eternal spring comes not from external joys, nor comforts
But finds its latency in an internal void
Whereby darkness foists a ruinous subjugation upon our contentious souls
To let light penetrate only at the periphery
Thus infecting the mere cockles of our heart
Whereby warmth is cooled to make cold
And by sleuth or by slander
Renders truth’s values near worthless
Abundant by supply and traded to the…