In this state are a thousand grades of eloquence,
Round rooms are like bedrooms of sequence,
But, let the reasoning of the philosophers grow
And sow the seeds of this flightpath of victorious birds.
The able men of this superb planet can pursue
Bulls and cows and all types of cattle,
Leaking with milk and spilling their houses
On the poverty of this entire global network.
In this state are the ends of the coming revolution,
So lie in your bedroom and connect to the network
Globally running its discourse and trumpets
Of trombones and other musical instruments.
In these states we address the collisions of plaster
And the walls within reach are gathering their brethren;
He is the great man whose energy is in trousers
And shirt, fixed to the teeth with shinier emblems.
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