poetry

In pursuit of a suit

I want the best of what life has to off-

er the persons I am and could be.

And no longer can I con-

template the wizard-

ry of poverty, where absent spirit

does intoxicate me with the real and

dread-

ful

pain

of

a training without end,

and without desti-

nation.

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