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Kenneth Patchen - Let Us Have Madness
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Let us have madness openly. 
          O men Of my generation. 
          Let us follow 
          The footsteps of this slaughtered age: 
          See it trail across Time`s dim land 
          Into the closed house of eternity 
          With the noise that dying has, 
          With the face that dead things wear— 
          nor ever say 
          We wanted more; we looked to find
          An open door, an utter deed of love, 
          Transforming day`s evil darkness; 
          but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,
          and within the head 
          A rotting bog of lean huge graves.
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