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NOWHERE TO SLEEP
There goes the child
Out the door
Down the steps
His motor starts
He is off the grid
A compass for a plan
Able to circle back eventually
How many golden moments have passed
Fully absorbed at the time
Understanding brevity
How God acts with your help
As though mere agents
A herd of mammals
Educated primates
Bonded by species and locale
Part of each other
Sharing responsibility for survival
Have we begun to depend on government
For our mutual survival?
Has the bureaucracy usurped tribal loyalty?
Or is it one big tribe?
Or a number of nation/states?
Are they now in mutual dependence?
Is this why global government structures
Keep popping up like United Nations
But each with an “elite security council”?
Who rebels and self-sustains?
Where do we go with income redistribution?
To the wealthy of course
Because that’s where the money is.
Poor boys on wealthy streets . . .
Looking up, nowhere to sleep. 200304.1