Amor Fati II.

Come sorrow,
foes and pestilent woes:
chanting daily, like a hare krishna,
in mighty throes of divine ecstasies;
crushing gibbets, forts and yokes, 
bound to, with and by, nowt.

Come pains,
rains and heartfelt strains,
laboured, beckoned, ushered to me;
glad as the day so comes onto to me,
with stubborn wounds, fated moons,
fierce in sickness, loss, hate:

amor fati, amor fati, amor fate.