Stoic

Trojan horse at Cisarsky ostrov, Prague

Everyone begins as a Roman
And one day, becomes a Trojan.

The day he finds out, he doesn’t need
Pity or fame or notoriety or mercy,

Survival is a long and grinding odyssey
A journey of never giving up,

When you become
As distant, as nonchalant, as a lotus leaf,

No moisture of any kind, pressed on you,
Those cynical eyes claming,

New-earned ground. What was
Won in spite of a giant horse;

Every description of love, I shed

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