<SPAN name="THE_IDEAL_FOUND_WANTING"></SPAN>THE IDEAL FOUND WANTING.<br/>
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I'm sick of clownery and Owlglass tricks;<br/>
Damn the whole crowd of you I I hate you all.<br/>
The same, night after night, from powdered stall<br/>
To sweating gallery, your faces fix<br/>
In flux an idiot mean. The Apteryx<br/>
You worship is no victory; you call<br/>
On old stupidity, God made to crawl<br/>
For tempting with world-wisdom's narcotics.<br/>
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I'll break a window through my prison! See,<br/>
The sunset bleeds among the roofs; comes night,<br/>
Dark blue and calm as music dying out.<br/>
Is it escape? No, the laugh's turned on me!<br/>
I kicked at cardboard, gaped at red limelight;<br/>
You laughed and cheered my latest knockabout.<br/>
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