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The facilities are open. I guess my way
Into a lab and stand back
As the animals stir vaguely. There are
Three lessons to be learned from
The progress of civilization
And they all come back to gambling.
When a language dies there are ceremonies.
When a reason for feeling at home
Is given to any cynical question mark,
The tears of an order blank
Come playing their videogame
Into the gainsaying
A prejudice syndicates along the line
Where Mormons gather the lathe,
Or for that matter,
What dissipation bears know.