Residents of a Fevered Mind
By Sy Roth
I took the road more traveled--my mistake
Thought I could hide among the masses
Fully expecting that someone might pluck me out,
And I would endure in their sunlight forever.
Waesucks, to exist in shapeless entropy,
To become a mouse gnawing endlessly on their scraps
Ort left by their forebears.
To inhabit their dark...
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