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My palepuce monthly rail pass drains its value daily
Stiff in this pocket, safe;
Used by using it, used by keeping it, saving it, hiding it.
Its age, like mine, is fixed by the moon
And in all its official splendor of holographic ink
Is discharged once a morning like a prayer
By showing it. Here, sir, my papers, to another day.
(Maximized value is simple: use it up. Be lax a day,
Each ride is suddenly dearer, past and future. Drop
Tuesday and Monday last cost more; this liberacing
Jack of spades
This square
Secular holycard slides day by day into shabbier desuetude,
Expires as its time rolls to, without effort,
Empty, void, and dashed aside for the newest, the brighter, the unbent and
Recharged,
Electric with power to command the month,
Another Kahn leapt to the throne,
Whose decline has already begun in service to the lunar wheel and all the minor
Wheels of Metro-North.)
4.21.04
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