As the night fades, dreams die hard on his horizon.
Mirages—sweet oases—vanish, deluding reason.
Shadows disappear, leaving dazed the messiah.
“Get drunk on life,” they say. “Hah!” says the Pariah.
Where dies intellect, comes alive fertile fantasy;
Each delusion: bachhus’ play; Eros’ hypocrisy.
Maidens ravished, soul famished; eternal joy!
“Betwixt bliss and reason, the former, chose I.”
Where eunuchs clap in raucous delight,
Stands forlorn Quixote, tired and trite.
Shorn of desires and destinations,
the Pariah smiles at life’s machinations.
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