With collapses of melancholia
And outbursts of inertia
But then there’s that fifth temperament
Of the post-structuralist heart
Full of its new aspirations
To which we are all tempted
Even if we’re not aware of it
Or actively fight against it
If the soul can’t quite work
On itself from inside itself
It must look elsewhere
For direction to perfection
Deeper than temperament
Or particular tribe
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