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Steve Jobs & The Inhumanity Of Perfection

Mesmerized by his own
success

A tiger lay stalking
inside

An eighth world wonder
built deeply in sand

His achievements cried for him
as he lied

The one link he had
to a legacy born

Asked for only one thing
as he spurned

The one thing he remained
unwilling to give

As the fear of his mortality
-returned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)


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