Antagonist!

The raised bough over others
Some deem spread the beam,
Seldom their state ponder
Nor ever in soberness wonder
At higher plains the quarry strings.

Mocking canticles, sneering poetry;
The wageless devotion.
Found’ring canoe, the end
Of the water-beating spree,
Yet rides the canoe upstream un-let.

Antagonist of no theater,
When shall the script fulfill?
When shall thine act denoue?
That elated pews may tell tales
In the bosom of eerie nights
When lovers play age-old games.

Sweat-blood avails naught;
Seamless strivings vainly vain;
Crow or not, dawn sets like Sun;
Crawling shells denting progress paths;
Divine destination approaches;
Pregnant energies in wastelands;
When shall wisdom be your guest?