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The Optimist’s Remorse

Idealism is a cruel thing. To
keep a shred of it will grate 

and splinter one’s facade 

until eaten clean through

the skull, so that a so-called
optimist eternal, as those
walls are hacked at, rot and/
or corrode, the bloody soul may 

in but a blink of a moment find 

the surfaces of a once resplen
dent home infested with a
thousand glasses, each half

empty with a liquid that would
drown but always fail to quench.