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Things aren't looking good for Oedipus. He just found out that the parents he ran from—the father he'd been fated to kill and the mother he'd been fated to marry—weren't his birth parents. A messenger just told him. Now he knows. He hadn't escaped what…
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wrap me in the soft, cool blanket of night. waning,the moon peers down at melike the heavy-lidded eye of some cyclops. and if I be lost like poor Odysseus,cloak me in the soft, warm wool of night. and if my eyes fail me like old Tiresias,stitch the cloth with…
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What’s left to do,
but ride shotgun on the passenger side
& remark upon
incidental points of interest
along the way?
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