If
I'm going to fail
let
me fail gloriously
let
the sun darken
and
the sky fall
let
the wind howl
let
the crowds pelt me
with
words hard as hammers
and
sneers that shrivel the soul
let
my failure be rich in texture
symphonic
and full
grand
enough for posterity
and
generous enough to cover the shame
of
the countless paltry victories
the
small everyday triumphs
no
one but me
ever
sees
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