maybe it's o.k.

that I didn't succeed

in my dreams


rather I had a real

productive life

serving others in


a certain world-class

library that I won't

mention the name of


because pompous assholes

took it over and are

running it into the ground


(see it as a .org brand of Dilbertism)

I probably did more right

in that capacity than my words


have done but what matters now?

good on some level wasn't denied

(probably because it was gained unconsciously)


and now anything that comes next

will never have the distinct flavor

of all the joy and grief I've entertained


this time around....





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