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The Protected

having never really set foot outside the
bubble,
the knowledge of the inside is of course
extreme---
the ability to answer any question dealing with the sensibilities of
what is like to always be surrounded by
loved ones,
to always have a jingling in the pocket,
to always know that in the daily routine
everyone pretty much looks like you
everyone pretty much smells like you
everyone pretty much acts like you--- 
to never really be challenged by anything &
in that, 
never knowing any concept of human struggle,
from which others may never know a single moment of
rest---
to always accept what is told 
due to the face that always tells it
(as these faces never really change never really change---when one dies,
they are simply replaced by an almost identical one)---
to never have discomfort
to never fear catastrophe
to walk outside the bubble with the knowledge that
everything revolves around you &
can only touch you when you allow for it
when you
control all the circumstances
(or when one representing you has established beforehand the appropriate nature of its
safety)---
to wonder what everyone outside the bubble is complaining about
to wonder what a wrinkle or gray hair might be
to 
age
like
fine 
wine &
to die leaving an unearned
legacy.

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