they’re all given form by mind,

when whose who sense ghosts,

are challenged by the lost,

we hide, we disappear,

kindness all but vanishes from here.

all that’s left is a statue,

a photo or a tiktok,

an old receipt with an indicator,

that someone bought something,

that’s all you are in the contest of ownership.

when did you first get taught to possess,

be possessed by goldness of that which is depressed,

for the possessed are the possessors of their reality.

with wisdom and compassion we can change this world forever,

ensure that no one goes without.

not for your wealth, your status or your greed,

but the only lasting goodness that is really you, you’re humanity.

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