You're goddamn right I voted.
And, Scantron and all, I was proud of that sucker.
In honor, I copy here a few lines from Mark Craver's poem "Alexandria as Center of the Universe."
"The world itself lets dogs be dogs and I saw genius
in that. But when the work as done the instant faded in
a rush of pedestrians, in the water running past me
in Alexandria, in the concrete and bricks making up
the town. Was this enough? To love the ugly world
is to find yourself at its center and to let it be
enough; to refuse to be saddened by it; to let it end.
That's where it all started for me: at the end."
Perhaps not perfect for the moment, but enough.