Like a hunter who forages, but not for food
At 50% off better still 70% ‘don’t u just love the sales???’
A buck saved, a bucked skinned
Enter-pr-editorial [entrepreneur] you can be mini me corporate.
Leaves not even a spider *web * untainted
Grows ever more, closing in on breathing pockets
Built not in union with the land or in flow of the river .
Yet sucking away at bones what clearly is not a blue tit
Like an over grown baby being appeased with a dummy.
It grows into a child that never new its real mother.
A classroom [the surrogate mother] full of other orphaned children.
To learn about mother, how it is she operates... they call it geography?/ biology?
And how mother was treated history? Stepford wives maybe?
With a hint of psychology and technology to keep her children sedated and occupied.
The child too; conditioned to look for ecstasy in very form, biological parents found, yet has lost its connection, because they are not children of the moon Walker generation/ or those who lived on little.
The young adult moves into the world of commerce business;
Either sustaining its environment or that of it utility the administrators.
Never initiated in to earth mysteries or of human transformative cycles.
shape shifting into robots who can sense the loss but not what of.
for they can hear mother calling them home
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