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The Glass Menagerie

"All this will never be again."  Presumption
That it is, that it will
Anything, change being possible,
That there is something to lose.

There is nothing to lose.

As for the menagerie and its disaster,
Spitted or shot, cornered, quartered, roasted,
Along with the imagined volumes
(Despite the fact that if a lion could speak
We wouldn't understand him,
Which was probably not
Intended to be
A theological remark)

You can't expect an ape have the last word on himself.

If I may speculate for a minute,
Either it is all entirely mundane,
And things continue with no indication of their significance,
Or truth, beauty, and the good exist,
But in such a way as to be eternal and almost impenetrable
Considerable but not such as to be risked
By the doom of us who consider them.

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