the bowery laughter livid living along the bread line burning brightly in front of stripes & collars passing forth the drugs.
the beast snarling early in the morning; us in cages smelling foully of contrasting suns.
empathy filling every cup, bowl & plate unable to eat with any utensil but the mouth origin of love (organ)
the guise of cleaning cages to free the people frees the substance-things inside.
crying cold salty hot angry tears melt the sidewalks exposing the earth where seeds force themselves into the ground
everything small but shrinking
us hungry but eating
them alone but meeting
music playing and dancing
revelry diminishing
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