Take as Needed for Pain

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—for Dan Beachy-quick As Arab Spring turns into Fall, First frost zom­bies the grass And Sy­bil’s leaves read what they said And see where they didn’t. Thirtier than twenty-nine She drove a nail into the spine Of ge­og­ra­phy, Where a light breeze pro­nounces The curse of in­vul­ner­a­bil­ity. Let me pause to give you an ex­am­ple: There are never any va­can­cies. The sea­son’s bilked, Gal­lied to a stand­still. All the traitors wait for the dispatch. How many un­marked graves will you be need­ing? Queried the head snowflake. Now that con­tent is out of the way, All man­ner of an­tics have at it. There is no last stand, nor ever was. And who doesn’t want a nuke? There’s flukes, said Stubb, and lit his pipe. Oh, Ahab.

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