FOLLOWED by one lonely image reflected in the glass over rigid smiling faces, barely familiar as the photo shop frame parts for exhumation of parentage buried deep in time-warped soil of thought suppression, erupting unseen by this vital conceit of free choice to replay again the ancient unconscious drama, compulsive re-enacted rules of common procedure, discipline, rage, penalty - and vague regret, covert lessons to that natal trembling plasmogel of childish mind and body's dumb adoration of power, awaiting instructions from absolute trust betrayed in the amateur god and his wayward demi-goddess, enduring their repeated stimula-tranquil absences by starving on scraps of guilt-edged loving council only for growing an impetuous mode of escape to full-circling ideo-realms of capitalized equality harshly imposed on distant collective nobodies serving the bureau somebodies to ignore everybody's rote recital of state-commanded unworkable truth, now void of meaning to all but drab memory ghosts haunting an elderly neo-democratic citizen who at last pieces together a universal answer that fear and desire keep us snared, entangled and twisted into each institutional formula for the cold, hard success of commercial credit, in debt to the laws of eat or be eaten, suggesting no answer exists for all entrapped in their physical being.

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