I look forward to days,
That I'm free to shed my cheerful facade,
Free to wallow in self pity and gloom,
Days that the darkness that has been shut in my dark cupboards are free to roam,
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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