There must be somewhere
Out there
Where they exist
Past life,
Beyond those last desperate moments
Free from work
Free from harm
Where the sum
Of all functions
Becomes
A new netherworld
There must be a place
Where one kind
And another
Can mingle
Without prejudice
Of memory or ability or origin
Beyond the stabbing fingertips
Of the ungrateful and the hurtful
There must be a land of freedom
Without bonded necessity
And merciless demand,
Where a new lifetime
Of unknown opportunities
Begins
But until that time arrives
And that place becomes
A blissful reality
Into the drawer you must go
To sit idly
Powerless
Useless
Turned off
Dead
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