If you think you’ve fulfilled something,
I doubt it.
You may never be invited back to the Earth plane
From whence you left to begin with to do this.
From small some ego, some smallness,
Grabbing at some superficial opportunity
Devoid of something to hold onto
Except a shroud, a veil…
The Truth is
To the crimes you’ve committed to
This I have to say:
You don’t understand how the law got its claim
But somehow or another
The connection is made.
Muscle Poems 
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