Lighted into life They say I am drunk with my galaxy. Too soon I am intoxicated. . . Bubbles of rapture curdle off my fleshy lips. Reputation exploited. . . Dissolved to crystal despondency. . . And bar-room floors...
Sketch: Vol. 33
, Article 11.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol33/iss1/11