but this is not
a place for creative insight
get out of here
bar the gates
and burn the books
(while you're at it)
maybe we'll get something done
or maybe not but as long
as the machine keeps spinning
that rumbling hum will
drown us into sleep
and i am sorry howard roark
we will deny (even you!) your
martyrdom
by spitting
on the grave
on the page
where the last of knights
quivers and dies
under candlelight.
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