Call for your mistress, she's marching away.
There goes her green; her sandals and toes
Ripple the undertow, stagger the sand.
Distantly, gulls scribe 'm' on the sun.
Ponder the letter then hum it aloud.
"Mmm" is the rattle liberty makes
Inside your skull, which was stretched by ideas—
Sadly, your brain's back down to the size
Prior to freedom—it's smaller in fact.
Hum for the seagulls; call for the sun—
Everything's shrinking and even the torch
Fades and the light hisses on water.
"For now, the fear of destabilizing the municipal bond market with the words “state bankruptcy” has proponents in Congress going about their work on tiptoe. No draft bill is in circulation yet, and no member of Congress has come forward as a sponsor, although Senator John Cornyn, a Texas Republican, asked the Federal Reserve chairman, Ben S. Bernanke, about the possiblity in a hearing this month. "
—MARY WILLIAMS WALSH, The New York Times, Published: January 20, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/21/business/economy/21bankruptcy.html
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