Said in writing and cooked in dance, we shuffled along like chess pieces in a Monopoly game.
We shamed the sinner in the highway intersection and then made friends.
Tracing the oil flowing, the gold stacked, the lettuces ripening – we knew everything we thought we needed to know.
What we don’t know, we need to know.
When we think there’s nothing left we don’t know we play a game of hide and seek.
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