there's a party tonight

on the edge of the world;

you can bet that we'll

all be there, flags unfurled:

though that's been the cause

of some debate;

we're all sure of what we are,

but not so much on what we hate;

so we've settled on

a picture of a snake

that's eating itself:

sort of where we're headed,

we think, or maybe not;

our philosophy is a little

hit or miss,

a bit of a mystical polyglot.

September 11, 2011.

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