GMT + 2 
Europe 
Hungary 
Budapest 
47 30 00 N 
019 03 00 E 
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BUDAPEST 
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   Uroborus yawns its teeth from its tail  
and the Gods shake their heads and  
  contemplate the quicks of  
their presumably manicured fingernails.  
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              A phenomenon usually equated  
               with divine intervention shows itself to me  
               as a conversation two people may have on the subway. 
                                                (First one in the world you know. Rubber wheels…) 
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             Relationship problems and grocery lists  
    in the land of archangels and commandments.  
Cardboard. Veneer. 
6 foot under the Id.   
However many feet under the layers of the city I am, 
I smell a rat, not a minotaur.  
                                         (Oldest labyrinth in the world you know…) 
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  A plot cooked up to fill the cavernous spaces  
  our egos require us to fill: 
TV.  Porno.  Video games.  Gossip.   
Drugs and booze.  Church and Jesus.  
                                            Travel. 
                                   (Call it’cher mamma for all I care.) 
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These questions, these holes, they will be filled.  
As these shafts will collapse under the weight of the European Union one day.  
I contend it will be invited. 
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Don’t worry about that just yet.  
You and your shin splints will have lots of time to think it over, 
                                                                    and to ponder 
                                       why they even bother with refrigerators in Hungary, 
                              most of them seem to sputter a shy sight short of properly. 
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