Bananafish

Salinger, you were disillusioned--that was all!
It was all this black hole existence!, this absent God!, this grand, ringless, carousel!
“O LORD, you deceived me, and I was deceived! You overpowered me and prevailed!”
But even still, how you fought them, these 91 years!

And now, have you given up? And did you ever find what brass ring you were looking for, in the end? And your soul--did it outlast?

And your dreams, Salinger!, your nightnames--your corpus callosum, medulla oblongata--your synapses, the millions of synapses, the tangled sargasso synapses--did they ever?