you look back at me with a stepford smile with a mind borrowed from whatever you heard on the radio...
your thinking stinks of someone else's sweat
and your manufactured viewpoints mock your eyes
...your emperor wears new petticoats.
you have forgotten who you are.
come now again new...
look at me with your feral child eyes
with the sparkling clarity of true north
sing out from the only spirit you have
from one life to the next... your soul's own bright imprint
of the First Love That Made the First Morning of the World
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