Winning with Victor Hugo

Too much Victor Hugo, and that wardrobe!
all dark and heavy as if going
to its own funeral.

You can hardly see
around your girth:
your feet must be down there

where the walking is,
while the voice that blows over the world
from the void the world came from

is crying Victor! Victor!
and you get to win every time
you do anything.

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