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the vacuum depths of the mind 
are such polluted wastes 
such breeding grounds 
for contempt and failure and acquiescence 
a place where we live 
in a smoky husk 
and the trueness of ourselves 
shines like a beacon 
atop a summit 
crowning a world 
and quite the world it is 
of corruptness and gold 
and power 
a place we – in and of ourselves – 
have the control 
but ne’er do we use it 
not for the birthrights given 
nor the responsibility taken 
it is there in the mists of the mind 
that the insanity comes 
to take with force 
to indulge such prejudice 
to hide the self in a shelter that none can find 
with the pornographers map 
and the murdering compass 
but we all have 
a bit of mad 
that we take out and share 
don’t we?

Sharing the Wealth