Release the sounds of fame from the panes which surround the clamors
heard plain.
Select small numbers, expounded often, in groups freed less than common.
Have a heart for small men, wounded men, the bleeding men seen suffering
slumped and draining, for they will return to you in numbers, in kind or
flaming.
Protect your faith from fanatics, unflappable in siphoning until
falling.
Wound yourself, fool yourself, whether withered or wondrous; wind
yourself in happenstance and happy delusion.
Manage the day to day voices inside yourself; keep the din from building
and blasting and breaking yourself.
Let no one other than those respected judge actions taken by you,
thoughts held by you, emotions expressed by you, or that which defines
the center of you.
Pass on factoring the worth of placated princes of putrid masses
meandering among the days lived by you, ignore ignorance among the herds
not avoided, musings muttered baseless, righteous and indignant.