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Many moons have risen and set over the desert since quarantine began, and now I am losing steam Stopped reading my horoscope I get high earlier and earlier in the day A method to combat my mounting stress as this country chugs up and up towards the evasive summit of this pandemic Surely there must be some other way to transform all this nervous energy than digging my heels deep into the locomotive floor, through iron and dirt below But the usual channels are blocked Besides, nothing I write can stop the days from passing One into the next like railroad track building itself beneath each spark thrown by another revolution of steel Or keep our unqualified conductors from ushering us forward, foaming at the mouth, closer and closer to the end of the line A train wreck the people won’t survive, but the economy will. – mrg
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
End of the Line
Many moons have risen and set over the desert since quarantine began, and now I am losing steam Stopped reading my horoscope I get high earlier and earlier in the day A method to combat my mounting stress as this country chugs up and up towards the evasive summit of this pandemic Surely there must be some other way to transform all this nervous energy than digging my heels deep into the locomotive floor, through iron and dirt below But the usual channels are blocked Besides, nothing I write can stop the days from passing One into the next like railroad track building itself beneath each spark thrown by another revolution of steel Or keep our unqualified conductors from ushering us forward, foaming at the mouth, closer and closer to the end of the line A train wreck the people won’t survive, but the economy will. – mrg
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
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