When his life had finally failed
to the full extent possible,
he screamed and wept out loud and
his failure became as unto
a drum solo that broke
the air in the room
so that all who were present
sat there flushed with the heat
of his shame and the beat
of this last collapse.
You really were wailing there,
man, said one to him after.
That was hot. He sat back down,
praying agony would grant him enough
for an encore.
Dark Matter 
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