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Opening  Without A Thought,  A Flower. Thinking Without being open, A Person. Soaking  In a Drought   a cactus. Drowning  in Abundance We.  Life is not a recipe. Its a mystery,  To me.  I've no advice but how about,  you ? 
 walking around the drydock of maryhill  i notice the grass is poking through the plaque  the streets stank of horse shit but the grass got cut  i saw a picture of school girls in woodside school  in science lesson each at her stool, with vials and tools  but down in dawsholm paper mill , the maryhill martyr, 19 , killed  while striking for his workers rights. back then we had money.  we had empire, we had money. history is not a ghiest dialectical  with constant growth and linear progression  our society was richer and so was our exploitation  we lie awake  wondering if it really is as bad as all that now  in some far off place.