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if you had the choice
(and this writer is not saying
that you have any choice
whatsoever---but for the
sake of getting to the end of
this piece…)
to wake up tomorrow 
morning &
cash out everything that you
have saved, buy a ticket to
anywhere else, with the
foreknowledge that when you
get there, that you would have
a brand new identity given to
you & that with that new 
identity, you’d be able to erase
the whole of your past in one
clean 
swoop,
with the present to live out as
a blank slate, one whose future
was indeterminable as the last
but whose beginning was of
your very own creation---
would you?

in this hypothetical 
glimpse of escape, in this
hypothetical glimpse of a certain
kind of hope,
just what does it say about you
in your present real life?
are you happy?
could you be happier?
are you angry?
could this solution solve your
anger & keep it from exploding
into something much worse?
are you alone, rejected, feeling
hopeless?
could this solution change all of
that by erasing all the mistakes,
all the bad habits, all the errors
already made &
set you free on a new path of
your own making?

if you think you can just walk away,
you will be accused by the intellectuals
of relinquishing your responsibilities &
turning your back on society---being one
of “those” who add to its deterioration 
through a blatant nihilistic thought of only
the self &
if you think you can just walk away,
you’ll be told by the faithful that only
those with the permission of some 3rd “holy”
party, are allowed to walk free
&
you’ll be told by the state 
that if you do this, you will be watched, you will
be traced, you will be researched & filed,
you will be sought after whenever a calamity
arises, which might upset that delicate balance
of the status quo in the empire’s belly---
but alas,
these thoughts are still yours,
these wonders are still yours,
these ambitions are still yours &
the peace inside from which you may
one day act out your most beloved of
journeys,
is still yours---
be well.
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