The hills are alive
With the sound of consumers
Stepping within products
Into a uniform reality
That everyone acknowledges
But frowns at
Like Coolio
But look how the people glare
When you walk by doing you,
Their whole constitutions
Given to an earthquake of want
And look at all the times
The smiling lady in the middle
Sat with a sick grandmother
And fetched her water
And fetched her blood
And took something of her too as
That deceased grandmother smiles through those eyes and
Experiences
Like Cubist pixels
Comprise this life in opaque
Euphoria