When his life had finally failed
to the full extent possible,
he screamed and wept out loud and
his failure became as unto
a drum solo that broke
the air in the room
so that all who were present
sat there flushed with the heat
of his shame and the beat
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of this last collapse.
You really were wailing there,
man, said one to him after.
That was hot. He sat back down,
praying agony would grant him enough
for an encore.
