On the news, a squalling ball of hunger,
A Libertarian Hijack,
At distance, like a rock to the damaged,
A room-sized transparency,
To be ignored and mailed away.
The connections of learning are new,
Knowing only the basics,
The barely-sustaining feelings,
That command only tears and pain,
Not yet inducted into higher things,
Not yet partisan or grouped.
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