It appears that wild animals are currently
the most beautiful beings:
look at how they all live within their means,
none of them building and buying
things they don't really need;
those who rarely cry or wail or impose,
because of the clarity that
there's nothing to make better
all things as they have always been.
But we the tame have been acting strange lately,
so they stay away;
the wild ones keep from us because
we're not as shrewd and cool as they are.
We’re out of control and crazy,
wild in our own way;
but so less true to the present,
and so, not as beautiful.
and so, not as beautiful.
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