Insomniac’s Fugue
sleepless penitence sings the present inheritance
composed of feckless forebears & their victims
repeating measures in blood an imperative surging
the body awake at night…
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SLHARPERPOETRY 
Your Detour should be accepted as the standard for Google Maps directions to the WH for the rest of the run of this bizarre reality show.
For “Insomniac’s Fugue,” imagine that not just “I Love Lucy,” Gunsmoke,” Seinfeld” et al are on their way to distant stars, but that, in fact, every conversation heard here is also en route. What must the beings on the other end be thinking, as they fall asleep?
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Haha!
We’re doomed, any way you look at it…
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