Aut Caesar, Aut Nullus

Our Ambition swallows time like nectar,

savouring every nuanced textured droplet

even its residual moisture

once the cup of life has been quaffed;

The table laden with opportunity and adventure

groans with the burden of fully brimmed goblets,

Our thirst knows no quenching

and is seldom slaked

by fleeting thoughts of abstinence;

for how could we?

should we then abstain from breathing

because it excites our lungs?

should we then order our blood’s circulation

to cease because it merely reinforces

Our appetite to live and to do

and to be,

Aut Caesar, Aut Nullus.

 

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