Hinging On

And by removing one part, the massive machine, in its entirety, crumbled

Kidding who, 

That you'd ever remove it..

Landing in a crater, enter planet

A will estranged from its petty squabbling, busy-body jostle

When ideas become seriously real, reality begets belonging 

Stockholm syndrome gets interrupted and reformulated

An ongoing act, where in with certainty things in some groups or whatever category are 

actively correlated back to and on towards themselves and other things

Throughout, every day could be hunted out some secret name by which we could playfully call it special

More than a two-day gathering, a parade that went somewhere 

This massive part, to be human, that says look how human I am, so I can reap that benefit to lord over you

The massive, lion and sheep game, tug of war, charge up the bull and pull the red cape away, again infinity amore

You rape and pillage what it means to be human, disgusted over the sea I swim in, you can sell that too

You know we respect and hate you at the same time, you know that universal game of how each of us lies differently

This massive lie that keeps us from being else