The Author’s Sad and Silly Lament (And Deliverance)

Blind to the vicissitudes

Of fame and fortune

He trod the narrow path

Up the mountainside

Heavy steps

Portend the ineffable

Tired and worn…

Behind the steps

In fear

And in courage…

A rustling

Then…

Further along the trail

A stream bed

And dancing girls

Calling

In sweet waters of deliverance

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