Dark Wind

If perdition indeed 

holds a place for 

faces such as mine, 

the lines of which are the 

essence of a depressing 

viewpoint, then I openly 

welcome my fate. 

Lucifer, set my plate 

somewhere between 

Dickinson and Twain 

so I may learn from 

their sardonic wit just 

what it means to be human 

and what it means to love 

and to feel and to reel against 

it all and to fall and to rise again 

over and over till the end of time 

in the sublime ecstasy of the soul's 

droll brilliance.