I have slipped the surly bonds of mirth
And trod the blogs in muddy earth-bound shoes
Fallen face forward, tumbled to the earth
Shook my head to clear from it the booze
Inspired dreams of spinning fearful flight
No bloggers logged the roaring pounding pain
None sat on that volcano through the night
Alone my voice cut through the pouring rain
My keyboard melts, my screen’s on fire, I rue
The days, the nights I’ve wasted in this place
The illusory connection with a few
Hard cases, bereft, stripped of all historical
Significance, yet not devoid of grace
Opened my mouth to laugh, hysterical.
– with respectful acknowledgment to Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
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