mapping of what is no more...measure and erasures

Follow me along this musty hall and we head toward the darker corner where
some older lights still flicker and glimmer....it is faint but has been
constant...some are quite old now..He is collecting stories of people who failed but somehow were remembered.
The clippings are yellow as leaves of odd people who in some way managed
to fail at life but be remembered for something, some quirk , some thing
they made in the yard and did not throw away. He is not a swimmer. He is
not a businessman. He does not act on stage. He is not doing any of the
things he was �gmeant�h to do. He hopes against hope. He is walking into
a crowd and seems to almost disappear. Almost.