declaration deconstructed

I will not.

Let us inspect this declaration.
A test of strength of sorts.
The I stands stiff and stoic
With so little to prevent it
from swaying and bending.
Will is not want,
but a wish
with eyes and fists clenched
for all the temptation
it must ward off.
And not beckons I
to step over will
and onto its own back
to gaze at all it desires
yet, do nothing.

What are the chances, really?

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