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Thursday, October 1, 2015
Heraclitus on the Boob Tube
First notice that
Nothing is as
It used to be,
Thus everything is
No longer on
Familiar ground—even that
Couch potato you once
Thought was impervious
To change now
Looks to be sprouting
Eyes in the back
Of its cabbage head.
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