The birth of the overman: a sonnet
how could you wish to become new unless you had first become ashes!
This is the life that should not be for you.
Though you did everything you could and more
The stars of adamantine fate fell through
And led you to this solitary shore.
While once above a time you watched with eyes
Ablaze your destiny below, soul gleaming,
And strode across the seas and shallow skies
Of love and liberated peace, dreaming,
Now you doubt yourself at every turn.
What is it you should do? With what and why?
A brute mistake? What seraphim did spurn
Your offerings? And yet, though all’s awry,
Your boundless will decrees that you shall be
Godlike and free, in endless misery.