We are all wonderful Nobodies
withe the gimmick of Logic
ande the gift of Nonsense
slaves to duty & love
and free
sharing pain & pleasure
and alone
sorting thru names
in an unnamed universe
and proud
collecting objects
we no more own or understand than
air in the lungs of ours
or stars we buy
from towers in the sky
collecting dust
waiting to become dust
floating around that star on dust
slowly becoming what
we love and loathe
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