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The Loneliest Man in the world
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief
-Macbeth
5:2
His palaces and
dachas are Dunsinanes
With polished
floors and television maps
With whining
voices in empty uniforms
With woods that
come against him in the night
His life, his
dreams are sere and crumbling leaves
Waiting only for
the broom to sweep them away
Waiting only for
the dead to summon them
Waiting only for
the final hour to come
He does not hang
his banners on reality
He only pushes
buttons on remote controls
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