Sometimes I dream
about a world free of monkeys
A world without greed,
or want and jealousy,
a world where nobody
owns the grass or trees,
where I could piss anywhere,
anywhere and whenever I want,
a world where nothing signifies,
where words can only develop
from the inside, not be taught
by others, and their wants.
A world without any ‘You’s’
and an ‘I’ which never developed.
A world without meaning.
A world without history.
Where we walk along
and call it flying.
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