Slouched, muttering, at the window, sentry
To the crumbling sun,I amuse myself
With delusions of power and pleasure,
Ultimate glory, a kingdom of my own.
Disappointment was always my forte;
How nobly I contrive to take the blows
That fate deals out with such indisputable flair.
Crepuscular world, metaphysical blur!
What will remain of mental adventures?
Will brilliant soliloquies linger long in the air?
It seems I built this house to be alone in,
To savour the whale- music made by the hours
Drifting slowly through the empty rooms.
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