ON THE OCCASION OF UTOPIAS'S 30th ANNIVERSARY Once I ran to travel from capitalist terror to communities in healing, but a sly greedy devil got there long before, inciting to scheme for more and render so appealing each slightly higher level of unequal division, yet veil their subtle stealing in dissimulating revels, weekend, holiday, the season, to corrupt and confound who would dare to propound some idealistic vision, like honest and open dealing for love of rhyme and reason. Thus an aging child of scars I witness the base reality of planetary predation, this global monetary nation launching its fatal beauty at unsuspecting stars. Then cherish the minimal joys with this slender social bond affirming my rational option as one more Southern adoption to share the gift of beyond and acquire some elderly poise?

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