He passed away in 1791,
aged thirty five.
He never saw a car,
never heard a noise of a machine.
His lungs never breathed a smog.
He didn't wait
for the industrial revolution,
wild capitalism and their awful
consequences.
He left much earlier,
saving his senses
from the ugliness of the world,
from the unpleasant times,
which were soon to come.
He didn't die,
he only withdrew
from
the end of the world.