Torch Song 2
systematically runs the
gamut* from the defiance
of liberated belting in the
italicized opening line to
the existentially rhetorical
closing (misty-eyed,
far-looking, though short-
sighted, in the sense of
stressing the tension with
subjective interiority).
*used here not in reference
to the lowest note in
Guido dArenzzos scale
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We were not born in a garden
inky apparati
go where glory waits
where does glory wait
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