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  • News of the world filters in to me, along with my morning tea.

    There is a recipe for mayonnaise in the dining section, and a historic presidential vote in Egypt on the upper left column.
    Stocks are opening down due to turmoil in Europe’s banks and someone in the style section is wearing bright pink socks tucked into brown sued low boots.

    In other words, this is another day.

    But is it?

    There will be a phone call; the message may already be there.
    I make it wait.

    What is in balance is forever becoming out of balance.
    The whole is forever breaking into the parts.
    The few continue to dominate the many while the many struggle against the few.

    You can always count on uncertainty.
    It will appear suddenly and interrupt your dinner.

    That mask you wear, your costumes fine are blown sideways in a sudden squall.
    Others politely avert their eyes from the spectacle.

    It would be unseemly to stare at the now gaping maw of reality.
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