in Heraklitus's everchanging river --
Ole Miss, the Styx, Lethe, or the Rubicon's liver,
and I've made peace, burned my bridges at all of them.
.
Designated drivers of our collective fate,
are driving drunk, and weaving, and it's getting late.
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