Saturday, November 2, 2024

 

POLLS CLOSED

  

The eye of the hurricane

Stares into the slot machine.


We revolve in suspense

around the black hole of sense—

 

Then plunge abruptly

Into future uncertainty.

 

Who has been elected?

What idol erected?

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