Think
about it for a while.
The
effects of history
makes a
three-sided hole
where
the money is. Living
in
useful terror [for hours rather
than
centuries], look into
a mirror
frequently. Stare
at
pretty things, the bucolic void,
and have
a wet dream
as
eternity fails to go by.
And then
it is time to go.
Always time to go.
Source:
Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s
Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method:
This is a remixed poem composed from select lines and phrases from
those pages that are multiples of ten (10-170).
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