A fish inside a poisoned pond--
Orestes, O Orestes, choose!
How meaningless to hold the reins
of one's uncharted destiny
if Earth, on which one rides, is strong
and tilts and turns accordingly,
the subject of an ancient Law,
and gods build mountains at their whims
that split the Earth and Sky in two--
therefore, my choice is not to choose;
I die in water or in air.
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