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Oh beautiful agony of souls
thy placid remorse
thy deflated expectancy
immortality lost in an instant
without a look over the shoulder
or a wave goodbye

where once I took
the pleasure at every moment
immediate, without hesitation
there now dwells a delay
a gap in the proceedings
with no filler act
no trained monkey
tumbling and balancing while the clown
retches in the basement

but for all this
i am.