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The star went out; the crucible- empty with yearning- Overflows with hope and the light of the burning Lamp of Desire; the shame of the Indifference That you, unaware of my Existence, Subscribe me to; as I grind myself into Oblivion; But for one Hope, just one- to become your minion- That refuses to die, even in the wake of the persistent And crushing wheels of cold cruel Reason. I see no future, Is there even a present? Yet, why my stammers That seek acknowledgment, Bear no fruit, yet refuse to dry; No matter how you ignore or how I try. At times I am jealous Of your heart- plain callous- Untainted by a pointless love, Free to fly as the birds above...

...now the sequel... :) Adam's in Heaven- all's white and pink, Incidentally, and revelry and drink- Supplied with a cloud and wings and a harp, (And he's cut his fingers, for the string's too sharp.) Contented, nevertheless, he sets to explore, The treasures of Heaven, and Nymphs galore. Fairies there were none, though Angels untold, And wisdom they claimed, couple of eons old! Little use had he, for wisdom or for old, Though a smith he could use, to fashion out of gold A halo- much needed, and very much in vogue- With ample studded diamonds and carvings baroque. This purpose in mind, Adam set about to find ( Smart enough to bring a cloud- trailing behind- To hide into, if St. Peter comes to look For the illegal immigrant, surely a crook? ) A goldsmith ( hopefully a Princess too, Seeking some repairs in her golden shoe. ) Heaven being Heaven, he chanced upon a pair, Engaged in the very act of footwear repair. A Nymph came along, with a slab of gold, To whet out an egg...

... this one is with reference to a dear lawyer, who would have behaved similarly in a similar situation (would behave, rather) or so I believe.. . Adam when dead (may the Soul rest in peace) " Khul ja Simsim! ", the Golden Gates, if you please. " Hold it, dearie! " bellowed Saint Peter- pretty much To Adam's disdain- " the golden handle, please, unclutch. " " I have been good, loved my wife, Not hurt a soul, swear upon my life! " " Tch tch.. my dear.. you ignorant souls, Your road ahead is none, but breaks ans potholes! Good and bad, is but a poor measure To gain or deny, this House of Pleasure! Net Present Value of your life's worth- To the time of your death, from the time of your birth- Was taught to me lately, by God's own Minion, And jolly good it is, if you ask my opinion. Though too much math, and lots of operators, How thankful we are, to your human calculators! Number of people happy, minus the number sad On account of...