This morning
i keep the voices
united inside
a decent room
at noon
the voices become
impatient
they all have so
many words to say
too many secrets
untold
at night i gather
them again
like sheep in their
fence
i agree
there is respect
as i swallow my
own word
which i have not
told you
we live in peace
in harmony
there are no variations
nothing complex
society is already confused
and i do not have
to confuse it some more
i learn to light
my own cigarette now
and puff my smoke
against the sky.
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