I am a thing among many things

a part of a conditioned creation


and we all sing like the morning stars

imagining what kind of foundation


we all are slaves who would be kings

though our pitiful egos deny it


and our songs reach through these earthly bars

of our prisons with wish to defy it


in the dying notes of our song

we learn to give up repentance


we endure the verdict and free ourselves

by serving out our sentence


one among many and many each one

and a Void to subsume us when we are done...



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