This frame
of myself is bigger than my surroundings;
I’ve flogged the vagrant in me too much now,
wither away now is a penal-colony condemned criminal,
a
second-class citizen made second-class immortal
from second-rate ideal and education.
-I take my
steaks rare, still a ham and eggs man despite
my knowledge of the short strata of DNA;
I still eat
with the peasants and bleed with the starving artist,
revolutionaries camped on State Street;
Who needs a
dream to grasp for when their reach has only been sufficient enough to strangle
the hope from them?
-from [Leitmotif]
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