I took a sip of hemlock today,
So that I might die a philosopher,
Imparting upon the world wisdom,
Or, the very least, a pithy remark,
But as the dark shroud fell over me,
No terrible truths fell from my pale lips,
Just the vacuous sigh, “Oh, I see,”
As oblivion stole my breathe away.
Discarded Recollections 