Oli

I would far rather be an outcast upon the bosom of the great world than be an accomplice to a moral nothingness rather a bloody spark that no hand will shield that glows wildly and is extinguished and obliterated with no trace than glow as a lamp with a calm measured flame evening after evening in that eternal sitting-room where the canary slumbers in its blanket covered-cage and time is slowly counted out by the old sitting-room clock no the spark has the ability to the light the fire and to know that it was responsible for the sea of flames that broke with tradition and turned the hour glass upside down.