If perdition indeed holds
a place for those faces such
as mine whose lines are the
essence of a depressing
viewpoint, then I openly
welcome my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate
somewhere between
Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from their
sardonic wit just what it
means to be human and
what it means to love and
to feel and to reel against
it all and to fall and to rise
again over and over till the
end of time in the sublime
ecstasy of the soul's
droll brilliance.
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