So low in the West the arrest of my Solar Noon
To caves of frost, lost, our Autumn Moon
For Life is Thirst & Time its River
Not Lethe laves Love's first mirror.
Envoi
Prince! Proletarian sweat being as but petroleum to Heaven's horseless chariot
Thy heart's houseled yet, sucking off the concierge at Gehenna's Marriott.
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