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The Carousel
  Round and round I go back where I started back on the horse back in the plastic cage past joys door.   All I see are shining lights bombarded by sounds I abhor.   Then-silence, the voices are muted the vibrations unfelt. The mouths move and smile the hair shakes and shines and I sit on the carousel with no movements of mine.
Stripped
  Let it strip away your clothes and likeness, ripped apart from the worldly flow.   Let it strip away your voice your pen, your hands your feet, what is it that you believe ?   Trample cast and creed your mother dirt.   A fleeting piety a sense of us and we.   What it is without we that…