“ANIMAL MAGIC” 9 August 1996

Morning rise, the sun again
open my eyes to this place
nothing but dullness, predictable
grass storks trampled but edible
I can move but
I cannot leave
walls and boundaries define me

I know precisely the plan
perception : I understand
to breed is my purpose
selfishness is useless
everyone is identical
irredeemable fools
walk the same steps, follow the rules.

My freedom lies
in knowing I will die.

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