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  • I sit anxiously now
    only metaphors ahead
    almost fit to be tied
    certainly a few screws loose
    the mind abhors a vacuum
    L Cohen's lyrics come to mind
    “a visionary flood of alcohol”
    over “the swarms of hate
    sail on, oh mighty ship of state"
    a darkness veils the light
    cupping hands to ears
    squinting lids over eyes
    a pause in the void
    filling in the blanks
    I sit anxiously now

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