Yes, Don't Forget to Forget this

I almost made a mistake when I invented Edgar Allen Poe and everything that he wrote. I did want all the figments to get acquainted with horror, heartbreak and drugs so I invented Baltimore and Poe right about the same time but I had already broken his heart to pieces by then which made possible catastrophic, doomed romance which continues to flourish in the imagination and sweet sorrow of many figments even today.

The problem is I liked Edgar so much I had him tell the absolute truth several times and, thank the illusion of God, most "people" put his words aside as the ravings of a drunken lunatic high on opium and saw the truth as either art or a morphine fart in a bourbon filled bathtub.

Since this site is so profoundly lipsticked and balmed, I can easily imagine myself or something like me repeating Poe's words right here and feeling safe that they will be ignored once again:

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

© 2010 Thornton Krell - 10/25/10


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