Disaster seemed to master-
from all his failures to receive.

He fell down
Fell to the bottom,
And crawled his way to the ceiling,
Through these walls he built

As not to be seen.

Slipping right through the cracks
In his ceiling,
And he fell right on down to his floor.

Disaster proved to master
Until he slipped right through the cracks in his floor.

What portion is his?
What life can we live?
When we never even make it,

To the door.

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