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And then suddenly,

the awareness of your nakedness arrives.

Construction workers long for the sound of rustling paper,

students feel the need to rub brick against their skins.

Did we choose to take

the yellow submarine

we are in?

You must have an opinion.

They can

read everything.

They can

see everything.

Is it you 

or is it 

the repetition 

of your judgements

that is boring me?

When you think you have come to terms with

the clothes you are wearing,

translucent walls

you are staring at.

Stretch your head out of

cotton candy clouds;

the things you think you saw

now come in true proportions.

Minds are mindlessly alike,

crowds consist of beating hearts and

all male Gods

just

mortals.