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Subject Starstruck in Limberlost
Poster Handle ArchimedesGirl
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He didn’t know (he couldn’t have)
How much the ride would cost
Blind in the strobe, the smoke, and glow
Starstruck in Limberlost.

The high was high, the low was high
The ride went higher still
No tolls to pay, no padlocked gates
With only Time to kill.

But then the hitch—the catch—the wait—
The password to The Club
You’re one of us. Well, are you, Boy?
Boy. Are you? One of us?

He didn’t know (he couldn’t have)
How many tortured souls
Were mined by these, the lewdest men:
Dark pyramid of trolls.

Up where he stood, upon the knife
His own life in his hands
To entertain the Devil’s whim
Or fall, a stupid man.

He wavered there, sweat on his brow
He counted all the cost:
The height from which he’d have to fall
And tried to guess the loss.

Hands behind him, underneath him
Hands of a dozen friends
Who cared beyond the famous name
Enough to rescue him.

A moment then, enough to tell
The truth and weep a while
To shudder at the pain he’d seen
And realize how vile.

But still the choice stood in his mind
To run, or not to run.
To speak about the things he’d seen
Or say, Well. . . it’s been fun.

He spoke. He spoke his mind and more
And with that note, he died;
A backstage exit from this world
Into a better life.

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