One must not live,
Under the hedonistic imperative,
Nor beneath the derogative of irreproachable happiness.
All for what, to survive?
Or is it to thrive?

After all,
We are doomed to reconcile,
That we, in fact, are,
Unsalvaged, yet untethered.
Fetterd, yet freed.
Crossed and vexed, yet unhinged.
Unyielding, and yet traced.

Whatever [however] it is,
Shriek the unease
And rinse the wrath,
With confined fire
Un-succumbed mirth,
And untraced smoke.