If your anger, brother, determined
To be quit of you at last, rose
To its full height, strode off
Wearing your house roof as a hat
What then? It would make its way,
I think, westwards, eager to try itself
Against the Pacific Ocean but you?
What of you without your master, servant,
Friend, guide, foe, light against the dark,
Wall against the world? Would your
Ancient virtues return making us say
This is the generous man we knew or
Would the first strong wind blow you away?
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