THE SHAFT OF LIGHT

Man ! thou art for ever doom'd and damn'd 
The life 'confin'd, cribb'd and cabin'd'
Thy plans invariably end in miscarriage
Making your destination alas ! a mira

Thou art a victim of nerveless death
That hurls you into another cosy berth 
Bearing semblance to Eden of eternal mirth 
But a part of vicious circle-birth after death.

Desireth to be surrounded by opulence immense.
Or keep one and all ever in terrible suspense
Or explore the virgin sources to exploit outright
Or widen knowledge only to bypass the path straight 

Aspireth to soar higher than the most highest 
Alas ! landeth in abyss of the type meanest
Bewaileth then ad infinitum rolling in morass 
Nay, till the Zero hour of turning Carcasa

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