as I confiscate the capes
of great and gifted sages
literati who've littered
centuries with their pages
I've realized a most peculiar thing
whether mortals teach
their words to weep or sing
rhythm is the conscience
of the king
Just some thoughts inspired by some of your thoughts. Am I to gather from the last two lines that you mean you've learned to adapt to a style that feels foreign or pretentious but satisfies a larger audience in ways that seem baffling to you? There is no accounting for what some ears strain to hear.
as the last line...i enjoyed the resonance of "air" "bear" and "flair"...but felt it incomplete stopping that line with "ages"---i just was reading it out loud and added that because it seemed natural that it would be there.
"the reasoned meter of the ages" is a nice image...