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I will keep writing to thunderous applause
on subjects of valor such as love that was lost.
Despite all the tired and misbegotten words,
soon I'll retire and retreat to the Earth.
In the brown hollow, while bathing in dirt,
my moment of clarity will deftly occur:
a spark of the light in the blackest of night,
just as my sanity gives up and takes flight.
Emerging from soil like seeds of the vine,
I'll preach to the masses of whom I'm inclined
to believe that they'll listen and not interrupt
a boy whose enlightenment was stark and abrupt.
My eyes may yet glow with my knowledge received,
and despite all the woes I'm determined to be
a signal of truth, of good and of just;
the latter of which will be debated as such.