THE CONFLAGRATION IN HADES
I can assure you all, my friends, that
having put the cart before the horse
you've maybe just invented going
in reverse! I won't belittle your fine
enterprise any longer. Let's have a
parade! Of marshmallow dingbats
and ostracized doors; of hollow men
and cadavers or over-waxy floors.
Ah yes, like dreams, so things can
slip away. I'll but you a horse
collar; you buy the bay.
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