The Glory-Seeker
Behind who too wonderfully
Makes it sound just to live
Whilst be-dazzlingly led on
By illusions, illusive
Fail not I to hear, chuckling;
Nor with Death falter less
Laughing with! Wakes, shakes up
Mundane short-sightedness.
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