everything the same: democratic commodity. you don't fit in. hide here. change your name. it don't matter, it's the same, sign on the dotted line...no one cares. but then there's you, you do, others do, seeing you do. care. do everything you please, please yourself, please the dog, suddenly you find your spirit, in a hammock between two trees, the spirit level sway, say please, please everything.
you could lie, be the change that gets you over. that will get you far. you could even become precedent, build your tower in the sanctuary of birds, the peoples' park. build it and you're sunk, beneath the foundations. hear us oh lord in thy occupied dwelling place. you'll never see that guy out walking his own dog.
deep inside lurks a dim memory, what you were meant for, to bring your life to life, spirit material waiting gut level waiting in a deep well, bedrock, under rising water, under the edifice you think.
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