Be it wrong
That I, scouring the remnants
Of the three Jungian fields
Discover naught
But Avarice, old mistress
Envy, ancient accomplice?
When one awakes into rage daily
And answers but to his definition
Can he ever be more
Than the sum of his parts?
EDIT: I love making drunken, cryptic LJ posts! This one shows why I don't
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