He walked about
Europe's doorway to the orient
Across the myriad stone bridges
Connecting thoughts with canals
Meandering pass ST. Mark's Square
Through the mazes of alleyways
Mazes of mental institutions
A vanishing apparition
Leaving withering remnants
Of his unspoken verses
So selfishly forgotten
Amid the tourist cackle.
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