They sold our system, They sold our system The newsprint headline screams a vocalization tearing silence, the declaration of our final selling price to the universal problem solver: corporation money; and we have been sold, or so I forsee in a dangerous near future; a vision in my lonely corner, flying home to spread the word after word after word after word,
As I said, a declaration.
II
But this is then, and that was now, and in then, the past, the ever present and always fleeting seconds past, we sell ourselves for solitude, solicitation for silence, an enclosure, glorious loneliness amonst the CROWD, we only wish to quit the overbearing social presence, but at a loss for words we panic, reaching what is true in need but never anticipated.
III And perhaps the anticipation of the then/now sequence is all man has left all man can claim in superiority to the companion species a world over; its only nervous preoccuptaion on what is happening in the then moment and what has yet to happen now-the future for now truly will never come, no matter the wait, and thus the future becomes obsolete and what have we to hope for, if the soon to be has become the is, and once was is happening day in, day out with no future what can our solitude bring us? So forlorn now, having read my headline man has only to wait for the great leadrs to sell outselves to the universal corporation: law-free, tax-free, exemption examplification of god's true plan: Anarchy, but always at, and for, a price.
