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He thought to raise a tall, imposing Tower

to lift his soul out of its dismal slump;

to give proof of his suave, constructive power.

Within it, orbiting its axis, halls

would open and, upon their polished walls

would be inscribed the wild inanity

that he imagined (thinking wishfully)

most constitute amazing poetry.

And this, alone, would keep the memory

of his name in view of humanity

long after he had slipped into Death's grasp.

But, having failed to calculate the cost;

and, anxious that no time at all be lost;

he did not make appropriate preparation,

especially when laying the foundation.

Topple followed teeter, then full collapse.

The leveled ground is now a public dump.

And, if at all, someone might of him,

the overall experience is dim.

Starward