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} I
} From an over filled queue,
} The question that I get
} Is one about a VacuBlurt.
}
} II
} I was of three minds,
} Like an email
} In which there are three VacuBlurts.
}
} III
} The VacuBlurt whirled in the winter winds.
} It was a small part of the queue.
}
} IV
} A Supplicant and an Incarnation
} Are one.
} A Supplicant and an Incarnation and a VacuBlurt
} Are one.
}
} V
} I do not know which to prefer,
} The beauty of long winded answers
} Or the beauty of snappy comebacks,
} The VacuBlurt whistling
} Or just after.
}
} VI
} Injokes filled the long answer
} With references past.
} The shadow of the VacuBlurt
} Crossed it, to and fro.
} The mood
} Traced in the question
} An indecipherable woodchuck.
}
} VII
} O thin men of RHOD,
} Why do you imagine herpes squid?
} Do you not see how the VacuBlurt
} Walks around the feet
} Of the women about you?
}
} VIII
} I know noble accents
} And lunatic, indescribable rhythms;
} But I know, too,
} That the VacuBlurt is involved
} In what I know.
}
} IX
} When the VacuBlurt flew out of sight,
} It marked the edge
} Of one of many routers.
}
} X
} At the sight of VacuBlurts
} Arriving in the inbox
} Even the bawds of the Temple
} Would cry out sharply.
}
} XI
} He wrote, over corrected
} and was not digested.
} Once, a fear pierced him,
} In that he mistook
} The selections of the Priests
} For VacuBlurts.
}
} XII
} The queue is moving.
} The VacuBlurt must be going.
}
} XIII
} It was evening all afternoon.
} The humor was lame
} And it was going to be lame.
} The VacuBlurt sat
} In the question queue.
}
} The Oracle owes Wallace Stevens an apology.
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