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...it is waiting...just ahead. Come closer. |
| SOME DEVIL (18 lines) some devil, incarnate, smooth skin, or something very like it, pulling back from its diseased smile its wizened arm, like a dead branch from an uprooted tree, reaching, in vain, toward he-who-is-next its fingers, flexing open and closed, the cramp that will not go away the line is sluggish, the ancient clerk, some devil, certainly, the DMV, some hell. |