The whole bicameral house startles At faith’s leap— A hoary senator turns his head From the glint of doom— Sleep—eternal for some—is Fleeting for others— We are brothers in some one Else’s arms— Willing to disturb each gnat’s banquet In a burgeoning world Where deft acrobats leap For fees— Traitors kiss their wished for Sisters & cart their hardware to Each other’s wars—

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