Narrow Times
At one time,
(a time so broad
that it knew no ownership),
at one time
the world was wide,
there were no nations, no distinctions
just naked humans in a well clothed landscape.
Then came the thought of ‘race.’
The hunter gatherers became farmers
they built walled cities
and every wall was a demarcation.
The actual clothes they wore
became a status symbol,
and so the poor had to feed the wealthy
and the wealthy owned the poor.
The earth began to fracture
most of the sparsely populated wide open
became the over-populated narrows.
Until one side of a street
was at war with the other side.
Hunter gathers still existed
but they lived on the margins
they survived
only by the consent
of the people crowded into the narrows.
If they really tried to be naked and free
the narrow people
would make TV shows about them,
pretty soon
they also become narrow images
moving inside a picture frame place
that once was frameless.
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