The Market-place (The 2nd Interlude)

Behold!
The flies of the market-place;
Slayers of the free riders,
Peoples of benefits
and peoples of juxtaposition
Here they are for chastity,
towards the beautification
of their idolatry...
Their buzz is praiseworthy
but their songs vex
even the most innocent ones,
even bywords of arrogance,
oh the clever imitators.
Beware!
And but watch, as they turn men
into donkeys of ignorance.

Melancholy (The 1st Interlude)

I define.
for myself
in all its worth.
My truth is disclosure,
my meaning is transcendence.
I choose.
for myself
with all its merit.
My genesis
is spring and summer,
but and its cadence
is autumn and winter.
I defy.
for myself
in all its gravity.
I make the world
swim across my ocean.
And where will I be,
at the end of all these?