Doomed, bewildered, directionless
On my own home-shore
I hanker for ultimate horizons
Awaiting the Oarsman to pilot me ashore
Vagrant, faltering, ineffectual
Doddering on terra firma
I pine for some Shangri-la
Anticipating a sorcerer to spirit me there
Languid, resigned, gutless
A cadaver sculptured in anonymity
I seek lavish praise
Expecting posterity to laud ignominy! |
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