exercise four - verbal & syntactical repetition

Rage – speak to me oh Muse, of the rage of the Author, chained to the poltergeist glow of his computer screen, bee to naked rose, abandoned ship to lighthouse, emptiness to emptiness, enraged at Circumstance and Necessity, thrashing upon the boundless sea of Language without a splintered board of gopher wood, deranged in his fruitless hope for salvation, lost beyond Loss, with a rage fanning out like the lashes of Apollo’s eye upon the dry tinder wood of his enraged heart, aflame with his lot, fallen from the gods’ graces, newborn without mother, leaf without tree, speech without audience, forced to travel through darkness to an unknown shore, a foreign country, with norms known only to Zeus, forced to sew the enraged thoughts cast upon all points of the world’s compass, fated to sooth the enraged cries of all those before him, the enraged pleas of those after him, compelled to silence the rage inside him unbeknownst to God, that eternal tear, oh Muse, cascading along the eternal cheek of his forever fragile Being.