::act 2::

..quietude broken by your singing engines..  
..chirps and gobbles drowned out by ring tones and babble..  
..we had a glimpse of something close to an old stillness::  
..but little could stand it..  
..the thoughts were too much..  
..intrapsychic fucks..  
..your house was clean but was your house clean?..  
::crisis shopping, peacetime equivalent of buying outta debt::  
::civilian military industrial complex::  
::don't think you're not infected::  
::hyper machine circus gods taking reign from the earth salt silence once again::  
..shhh..the ceremony is in the dullness of the day..  
..brings the broom to the attic..  
..the clutter of a mind born into a consumer culture..  
..the old timers weep..  
..the new ones now responsible to sweep..  
..did you know the consequence of your actions, we scream back through the floating door of Time..  
..look around, look at you..  
..the only way up is through..  
..stay hyperaware still..  
..look around..  
..no time to rest..  
..will pass you the broom next..  
..may you be passed the paddle of a canoe one day..  
..may we learn to pray and find no shame in this way..  
..murmur on..